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Ord Beaufoy. 
WooMl Mr. John/on. 

Petruchio,thQ Tamer.Mr. Powell. 
Geraldo Mr. Thomas. 

Trania Mr. Harland. 

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Winhve, his Son. Mr, Mills. 

Snatchpenny Mr. Penkethman. 

Jamy t Mr. Hams. - 

Sauny y the &%£& Mr. Bullock. 

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Margaret the Shrew. Mrs. Verhrugen. 

Biancha, her Sifter. Mrs. Cibber. 

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The Taming of the SHR E W. 

Enter Winlove, and his Man Tranio. 

Win. TT Am quite weary of the Country Life ^ there is that Little 
1 thing the World calls Quiet , but there is nothing elfe^ 
JL Clowns live and die in't, whofe Souls lye hid here, and after 
Death their Names : My Kinder Stars »( 1 thank 'em) haveWing'd my 
Spirit with an Aftive Fire, which makes me wifh to know what Men are 
Born for, to Dyet a Running Horfe, to give a Hawk calling, to know Dogs 
Names ^ Thefe make not Men ? no 5 'tis Philofoplry, 'tis Learning, and £x- 
ercife of Reafon to know what's Good and Virtuous, and to break our 
Stubborn and Untemper'd Wills, toChoofeit; This makes us Imitate that 
Great Divinity that Fram'd us. 

Tran. I thought you had Learn't Philofofoy enough at Oxford, what be- 
twixt y'nftotle on one fide, and Bottle- Alt on the other, I. am confident you 
have arriv'd at a Pitch of Learning and Virtue fufficient for any Gentle- 
man to fet up with in the Countrey, that is, to be the Prop of the Family. 

Winl. My Father's Fondnefs has kept me fo long in the Country, Lvc 
forgot all I'd Learn't at the Univerfity : Befides, take that at Belt, it 
but Rough-cafts us ^ No, London is the Choifeft Academy, 'tis that muft 
Polilh us, and put a Glofs upon our Country-Studies 5 Hither I'm come at 
laft, and do refolve to Glean many Vices. Thou, Tranio , haft been my 
Companion , ftill one Bed has held us, one Table fed us • and tho' our 
Bloods give me Precedency ( that I count Chance ) My Love has made 
us Equal, and 1 have found a frank return in thee. 

Tran. Such a Difcourfe commands a Serious Anfwer •, Know then 
your Kindnefs tells me, I mult Love you : The Good you have Taught 
me Commands me to Honour you •, I have Learnt, with you, to hate Ingra- 
titude? But fetting thofe aiide, for thus I may feem to do it : for ray pwi 
fake, be aflur'd, I muft Love you, though you hate me ; I neither look at 
Vice nor Virtue in you, but as you are the Perfon I dote on. 

Win. No more ^ I do believe and know thou lov'ft me : I wonder Jamy 
flays fo long behind : You muft look out to get me handfome Lodgings, 
fit; to receive fuch- Friends the TowMhall bring me ^ you muft take care of 
all, for I'm refolv'd to make my Study my fole Bufinefs? I'll live handfom- 
ly, not over high, nor yet beneath my Quality. 

B Enter 

2 SAUNY the SCOT, or, 

B/ftr Beaufoy, Margaret, Biancha, Woodall, .WGeraido. 
But flay a little , What Company's this ? 

Beau* Gentlemen, Importune no farther, you know my finr Refolve 
not to beitow my Ywngefi Daughter, before 1 have a Husband for the £/- 
dcr j if either of you both Love Pegg\ becaufe I know yoifwcil, and love 
you well: You fhall have freedom to Court her at your Pleasure. 

Wood, That is to. fay, we fhall have leave to have our Heads broken, a 
prime Kindnefs, by'ur Lady, flies too rough for me; There, Gb^/^ take 
her for me, if you have any Mind to a Wife • to her, you are Young, and 
may clap Trammers on her, and flrike her to a Pace in time ^ I dare 
not deal with her , 1 fhall never get her out of her high Trot. 

Afarg. *Tis flrange, Sir, you fhould make a Stale of me among thefe 
Mates thus. 

Geral. Mates, Madam, 'Faith, no Mates for you, unlefs you were a lit- 
tle Tamer ^ wo worth him that has the Breaking of you ? 

Afarg. Take heed I don't beitow the Breaking of your Calves Head for 
youj You Mate, Marry come up-, go, get you a Sempflrefs, and run in 
Score with her for Muckinders to dry your Nofe with, and Marry her at 
lafl to pay the Debt: And you there, Goodman Turnep-eater , with 
your Neats-Lcather Phifnomy , I'll fend your Kitchen-wench to Liquor 
it this Wet- weather ^ Whofeold Bootes was it cut out of? 

Ger. From all fiich Petticoate Devils deliver us I pray. 

Tran. Did you ever fee the like, Sir ? that Wench is either ftark Mad, 
or wonderful Fro ward. 

Wood. I can't tell, but I had as live take her Dowry with this condition, 
to be whipt at Chair ing-crofs every morning. 

Ger, Faith as you fay, there's fmall choice in rotten apples., but fince 'tis 
as 'tis, let us be Friendly Rivals, and endeavour for a Husband for Margaret^ 
that Biancha may be free to have one, and then he that can win her, wear 

Wood. I w T ould give the bell Horfe in Smith-field to him that would 
throughly Woe her, Wed her, and Bed her, and rid the Houfe of her, to 
carry her far enough of, well come agreed. Exit. 

Tran. But pray Sir, is't pofllble that Love fhould of a fudden take fuch 
hold of yon. 

Win. O Trariw, till I found it to be true, I never found it poffible, but 
me has fuch attractive Charms, he were a ftone that did not Love her, 1 am 
all fire, burn, pine, perifh Tranio % unlefs I win her Counfel me, and Af- 
fift me, Dear Tranio. 

Tran. Are all your Refolutions for Study come to this ? you have got 
a book will hold you tack, you are like to be a fine Firtuofo^ now mufl we 
to a Chymiff to fet his Still a going for Philters Love Powders and Ex- 
tracts of Sigh's and Highoe's. 

Win, Nay Tranio^ do not make Sport with my PafTion, it is a thing fo 
deeply rooted here, it cannot dye, but it mufl take me with it ♦ help me, 
or hope not long to fee thy Mailer ? 

Tran.. Nay Sir, if you are, fo far gone there's no remedy, we mufl con- 

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trivc fome way, but 'twill be difficult-, for yon know her Father has mew*d 
her up, and till he has rid his hands of her Sifter there's no coming near 

Win. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he, but don't you remember 
•what care he took to provide Matters for her, 

Tran. I Sir, and what of all that? 

Win. Y'are a Fool, can't I be perfer'd to her, to teach her French, I have 
a good command of the Language, and it may be eafily done. 

Tran. I don't apprehend the eafmefs of it ^ for who Ihall be Sir Lionels 
Son here in Town! To ply his Studyes, and wellcome his Friends, vifit his 
Kindred, and entertain 'em. 

Win. Be content, I have a Salve for that too ; we have not yet been 
feen in any Houfe , nor can be diftinguiftul by our Faces, for Man or 
Mafter. Then it follows thus, you Tranio mutt be young JVinlove in my 
ftead, and bear your felf according to my rank ;, ..I'll be an ordinary French 
Matter about the Town, the time I ftay'd in France, in that will help me, 
it mutt be fo. Come, come, uncafe , and take my Cloath's and when 
we're at our Lodgings, we'll make a full change ; when Jamy comes he 
waits on thee, but firtt 1*11 charme his Tongue, 

Tran. 'Twill be needful, fince this is your Pleafure 1'me ty'd to be O- 
bedient , for fo your Father charg'd me at your Parting, al'tho I think 
'twas in another fence-, In fhort I'm ready to ferve you f and afllft you in 
your Enterprize, 

Enter Jamy, 

Win. Here comes the Rogue, Sirrah, Where have you been? 

Jam. Where have I been ? Pray how now Matter, where are you Matter, 
has Tranio Stoln your Cloathes^ or you his, or both & 

Winl. Sirrah come hither, this is not time to Jeft, Some weighty Rea« 
fon makes me take this Habit ^ enquire not \ you (hall know e*m time e- 
nough ; mean while wait you on Tranio in my ftead I charge you m be- 
comes you, you underftand me 9 

Jam. I, Sir,ne'r a whit 

Win, And not of Tranio ^ one word in your Mouth , W$ twtfd t^ 
Winlove. . 

Jam. The better for him, would I were fo too, 

Tran, When I am alone with you, why then I am Tranio ftiil ? in ail 
places elfe, your Matter Winlove, 

vvinl. Tranio, let's go, one thing yet remains, which you mutt by no 
means neglect, that is, to make one "amongft theft Wars; Ask me not 
why, but be fatisfy'd , my Reafons are both good and weighty, 

Tran. I obey. Sir, £ Exeunt 

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Enter Petruchio, and his Man Sanny. 

Pet. £* \ Irrah, leave off your Scotch, and fpeak me Engiifh, or fome- 
^^ thing like it. 
\^J Saun. Glide will T Sir. 

Pet. 1 think we have Ridden Twenty Miles in Three houres ,. Saxony 
are the Horfes well RubbM down and Litter'd. 

Saun. Deel O my Saul, Sir, 1 ne'r Scrub'd my fell better than I Scrub'd 
your Naggs. 

Vet. And thou need'ft Scrubbing, I'll fay that for thee, thou Beaftiy 
Knave - Why do ye not get your felt Cur'd 'of the Mange. 

Saun. S'breed^ir,! w'ud ne'a be cur'd for a Thoufand Fund ; there's nea 
a Lad in aw Scotland but Loves it j Gude Sawny might hang himfel an it. 
were not for Scratting and Scubbing. 

Pet. Why fo Prethee? 

Saun. When ye gea 'tull a Ladies Houfeye are Blith and Bonny Sir, and 
gat gud Meat, but the Dee'l a bit gat's Sarvndy, meere than Hunger and 
Cawd, Sir ^ Ba then, Sir, when aw the Footmen ftan ftill Sir, and ha no- 
thing to dea, then gees Saundy tul his Paftime, Scratten and Scrubben. 

Pet. Do'ft call it Paftime ? 

Saun. A my Saul de I Sir ^ I take as Muckle Pleafure,Sir,in Scratten and 
Scrubben,. as ye de in Tiplin and Mowing. 

Pet. Nay, if it be fo, keep it, and much good may it d' ye. This is my 
old Friend GeraWs Lodgings, for whofe fake now I am come to Town , I 
hope he's at home •, there Sauny, Knock. 

Saun. Wuns, Sir, I fee nean to Knock boe' yer ean.fel 5 Sir. 

Pet. Sirrah, I fay Knock me foundry at this Gate. 

Saun. Out, Out , in the- Muccle Dee'ls Name t' ye- you'l gar me 
ftrike ye , and then ye'l put me a-wau, Sir, with ye'r favour Ife ne're 
4o't. Sir : Gude an ye ne ken when ye an a gued Man,S'breed I wo't when 
I've a gued Matter, ye's bang yer Sel for Saundy, 

Pet. Rogue, I'll make you underftand me. [_ Beats him.. 

Saun. Gude an yeed' give Sawndy ea bang ar twa mere e that place y for 
I can ne're come at it to Scrat it my fel Sir. ~ 

Pet. Yes thus, Sir. 

Saun. The Dee'l faw yer Fingers, I may not beat yea o' yee'r e'ne Dung- 
hill, Sir, bot gin Ihad yea in Scotland, Is'e ne give, yea a Bawbee, for your 

Enter Geraldo. 

Ger. How now S.auny , What Crying out ? Dear Petruchio, moft well- 
come^ When came you to Town ? What Quarrel is this 'twixt you and 
Sauny ? 1 pray let me Compofe the Difference, and tell me now what hap- 
p>y ; Gale drpve you jto Town, and why in this Habbit ? Why in Mourning ? 

Pet. A 

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Pet. A common Calamity to us young Men, my Father has been Dead 
this four Months. 

Ger. Truft me 1 am forry, a good old Gentleman. 

Saun. Gee yer gate Sir, ge yer gate, on ye be fow a grief ye'r nea 
Friend, Sir, we are blyth and bonny,Sir, we nere woe for't. 

Pet. Sirrah, you long to be bafted. 

Saun. Gad do I not, Sir. 

Pet. Hether I come to try my Fortunes, to fee if good luck and my 
Friends will help me to a Wife ^ Will you wifli me to one. ? 

Ger. What Opacifications do you look for ? 

Pet. Why Money, a good Portion. 

Ger. Is that all ? 

Pet. All Man? all ether things are in my making. 

Ger. 1 (hail come roundly to you, and wifh you to a Rich Wife, but her 
Face — 

Pet. That ftiall break no Squares, a Mask will mend it, wealth is the 
burthen of my Wooing Song. If (he be Rich, I care not if (he want a 
Nofe or an Eye, any rhing with Money. 

Saun. De ye nea gi him Creedit Sir,I wud, a halp't him tul a Highland 
Lady with Twanty thoufand pund •, Gude he wud nea have her, Sir. 

Pet. Sirrah, your Twenty thoufand Pounds Scotch will make but a 
Pittiful Englifh portion. 

Saun. Gude Sir, Boa Muckle deal of Scotch Punds is as gued as a Little 
deale of Englifh Punds. 

Ger. She has nothing like this, but a thing worfe, (he has a Tongue that 
keep's more Noife then all that ever Mov'd at Billing/gate. 

Pet. Pifh, a trifHe •, Where lives (he ? I long to be Wooing her, let 
me- alone with her Tongue, Pme in Love with the new's of it, who is't? 
who is't ? I'm refolv'd for her or Nobody. 

Ger. But look before you Leap, Sir, and fay you were warn'd. 

Saun. Out, out, he can nea break his Cragg upon her, Gude. an ye'd 
venter your bonny Lafs, Ife venter my bonna Lad at her, Sir. 

Ger. Her Father is the brave Noble Beaufoy.^ her Name Margaret fertid. 
about Town for a V'txen. 

Pet. The Town's an Afs t come prithee (hew me the.Houfe, I will not 
deep 'till I fee her, I know her Father. Nay, I am refolv'd man, come 
prithee come. ; 

Saun Wun's man an (he be a Scawd, awaw with her, awaw with her, and 
Johnee Jobnjlons Curfe go with Her. 

Ger. Prethee what's that? 

Saun. That is, the Deel creep into her weem t'ith very bbttome on't 
that's to the Croone gued faith of her head; 

Ger. Well Sir, if you are refolv , d > I'll wait on. you •, to fay the truth, 
'twill be my great advantage, for if you win her, 1 (hall have liberty to fee 
her younger Sifter fweet Biancha, to whofe fair Eyes I am a Votary, and 
you in order to my Love Petruchib rnuft help me, I'll tell you why, and 
how you mull prefer me as a Mufick-M after to old Bcaufoy. 

6 SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

Pet I unc&rfl mid you nor. 

taft He'd ha^e make him her Pi^er, Sir, gued at ye\l make Samdy 
her Piper, wnn s Ide lea blea her Pipe. y 

'"Pet Sirrah be quiet, what I can I'll fcrvc you in - But who comes hero 
Ger&ltfo I 

Enter Woodall and Winlove Difguis'd. 

Ger. ? lis Mr. Woodall, a rich old Citizen, and my Rival : Hark, 

Saun. Out, out, What fud anawd Carle do with a young bonny Lafsv 
are ye not an Aud theif, Sir. 

Wood. How ! 

Sam. Are ye not an Aud Man, Sir? 

Wood. Yes marry am I, Sir. 

Saun. And are not ye to Marry a young Maiden ? 

Wood, Yes, What then.' 

Saun. And are not ye troubled with a fear griefe, Sir ? 

Wood. A fear grief, what fear grief? 

Saun. Your troubled with a great weaknefs i'tlf bottome of your Bally 
what lid yea dea with a young Maiden ? Out, out, out. 

Wood. You under ftand me, your French Books treat moft of Love - thofe 
ufe her too, and now and then you may urge fomething of my Love and 
Merit ? beiides her Fathers bounty, you ihall find me Liberal. 

Win. Mounfier, me will tell her the very fine ting of you, me vill make 
her Love you whether fhe can or noe /* 

Wood. Enough, Peace, here's Geraldo, your fervant Sir, I am juft going 
to Sir Nicholas Beaufoy to carry him this Gentleman, a Frenchman, moft 
Eminent for teaching his Country Language. 

Ger. I have a Mafter for Biancha too, but waving that, I have fome 
news to tell you, I have found out a Friend that will Woo Margaret, What 
will you contribute, for he muft be bir'd to't? 

Wood. Why I will give him forty Peeces in hand, and when he has 
don't, Pil double the Sum. 

Ger. Done, Sir, I'll undertake it 

Saun. S'breedSir, Ffegat it donemuekle Cheaper,for twanty Funds He 
dea it my Scl. 

Ger, Come, down with your Money, and the Bargain's made. 

Wood. But if He fliud not do it, I don't care for throwing away fo 
rrmch Money. 

Ger. If he don't I'll undertake he thai! refund. 

Wmd. Why then here's ten Pieces, and that Ring I'll pawn to you for 
'ipther Forty^ J tis worth a Hundred \ But doc's the Gentleman know her 
Qualities ? 

Pet. I Sir, and they are fuch as I am fond on^ I wou'd not be hir'd fov 
any thing,, to Woo a perfon of another Humour, 

Enter Tranio brave, and Jamy, 

Iran. Save you Gentlemen \ Pray which is the way to Sir .Nicholas 
'Beaufoy s Houfe ? 

Wood, Why 

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PVood. Why Sir, what's your Bnfmefs there ? you pretend not to be a 
Servant to either of his Daughters, d' ye ? 

Tran. You are fomething blunt in your Queftions 3 perhaps I do. 

Pit. Not her that Chides, on any hand I pray. 

Tran. 1 Love noChidersj cQmcJamy: 

Ger. Pray flay Sir, Is it the other ? 

Iran. May be it is, Is it any offence f 

Wood. Yes 'tis Sir, (he is my Miftrifs. 

Ger. I mud: tell you Sir, (lie is my Miftrifs too. 

Tran. And I muft tell you both (he is my Miftrifs ♦, Will that content 
you ? nav never frown for the Matter. 

Saun. And I mun tell ye all, there's little hopes for Saundy then. 

VVin. The Rogue does it rarely. 

Pet. Nay, nay, Gentleman, no Quarrelling, unlefs it were to the purpofe : 
Have you feen this young Lady bir ? 

7 ran. No Sir : but Pm in Love with her Character, They fay (he has a 
Sifter moves like a Whirlwind. 

Pet. Pray fpare your Defcription Sir ^ that Furious Lady is my MiftfifsJ 
and till / have Married her, biancha is Invilible ^ her Father has Sworn it , 
and, till then, you muft all move Forty foot off. 

Tran. I thank you for your Admonition % 1 fhould have loft my Labour 
elfe^ and finceyou are to do all of us the Favour, /fhall be glad to be 
numbred among your Servants Sir. 

Pet. You will honour me to accept of me for yours. But pray Sir let 
me know who obliges me with this Civility ? 4- 

Tran. My Name is ^f^inlove^ Sir, a Worfterfhirc Gentleman; where / 
have fomething, an Old Man's Death will Intitle me to, not inconfidera- 
ble. Come, Gentlemen, let's not fall out, at leaft till the Fair Blanches 
at Liberty •, Shall we go fit out. half an hour at the Tavern, and Drink 
her Health ? 

Saun. Do my Beams • and Pse Drink with ye to Countenance ye. 

Pet. I, I, agreed • Come, and then I'll to my Miftrifs. 

Saun. . Gude thefe Lades are o 5 Saundy es Mind , they'l lather take a 
Drink, nor Fight. [Exeunt. 

Enter Margaret and Biancha. 

Marg. Marry come up Proud Slut? Muft you be making your felf Fine 
before your Elder Sifter ? You are the Favourite you are, but I fhall make 
you know your Diftance \ Give me that Necklace, and thofe Pendants, 1TI 
have that Whisk too 5 there's an old Handkercheif good enough for you. 

Bianc. Here, take 'em, Sifter, I refign 'em freely, I wou'd give you all I 
have to Purchafe your Kindnefs. 

Marg. You Flattering Gyp(ie 5 1 cou'd find in my Heart to Slit your Dif- 
fembling Tongue ^ Come, tell me and without Lying, which of your Su- 
tors you Love beft ? Tell me, or I'll beat you to Clouts, and Pinch thee 
like a Fary. 

Bian. Believe me, Sifter, of all Men alive, I never fa w that Particular* 
Face which I cou'd Fancy more than another, 

Marg. Hufwife^ 

8 SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

Marg. Hufwife you Lye ; and I could find in my Heart toDafli thy 
Teeth down thy Throat \ I know- thou Lov'ft Geraldo. 

Bian. If you Affe& him Sifter, I Vow to plead for you my felf, but you 
fhall have him. 

M-irg. O then belike you fancy Riches more, you Love Old FVoodall 

Bum. That Old Fool : Nay now 1 fee you but Jelled with me all this 
while; I know you are not Angry with me. 

Marg. If this be Jeft, then all the reft is fo; I'll make ye tell me e're 
I have done with you Goflip. 

Enter Beaufoy. 

Beau. Why now now Dame , Whence grows this Infolence ? Biancha 
get thee in my Poor Girle ^ She Weeps ; Fye, Beg, put off this Devillifh 
Humour •, Why doft thou Crofs thy Tender innocent Sifter . ? When did 
fhe Crofs thee with a Bitter Word ? 

Marg. Her Silence Flouts me, and I'll be Reveng'd. {Flyes at Biancha.' 

Beau. What in my fight too ? You fcurvy Ill-natur'd Thing.* Go, poor 
Biancha, get thee out of her way. {Exit. 

Marg. What will you not fuffer me ^ nay, now I fee (he is your Trea- 
sure ; She muft have a Husband -, and 1 Dance Bare-foot on her Wedding-, 
Day : And for your Love to her, lead Apes in Hell. I fee your care of 
me, Pll go and cry till I can find a way to be quit with her. Exit. 

Beau. Was ever poor Man thus plagu'd ? 

Enter Woodal with Winlove Difguis'd, with Jamy carrying a Lute and 

Books, and Tranio. 

How now who'fe here ? 

Wood. Sir your Servant, I am bold to wait on you to prefent you this 
Gentleman, an Acute teacher of the French Tongue, his Name's Mounfitur 
Jlfawgierjpvzy accept his fervice. 

Beau. I am your debtor Sxv^Momfieur you'r wellcome. 

Vl r in. Me give you humble thanks Sir. 

Btau. But what Gentleman is that ? 

Wood. I don't love him fo well to tell you his Errant, but he wou'd 
come along with me, you had belt ask him. 

Tran. I beg your Pardon for my Intrufion , we heard your Fair and 
Virtuos Daughter Biancha, prais'd to fuch a height of Wonder, Fame has 
.already made me her Servant • I've heard your Refolution not to Match her 
till her Eldeft Sifter be beftow'd, mean while I beg Admittance like the reft 
to keep my hopes alive; this Lute Sir, and thefe few French Romances! 
wou'd Dedicate to her Service. 

Beau. Sir you oblige me, Pray yourName ? 

Tran. 'Tis FFinlove, Son and Heir to Sir Lyonell V^tnhve. 

Beau. My noble Friend, he has been nvy School-fellow -, for his fake you 
are moft kindly (hall have all the freedome I can give you. 

Enter Sauny and Geraldo Difgutsd. 

Saun. Hand in hand, Sir, pfe go tell him my fel. Whare is this Laird? 

Beau. Here, Sir r What wou'd you have, what are you ? 

Saun. Marry Pfe ean a bonny Scot, Sir. 

Beau. A Scotchman is that all ? 

Saun. Wnn's 

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Saun. Wun's wud ye have me a Cherub ? I h a brought ye a fmall teaken 

Beau. But d'ye hear you Scot,don't you ufe to put off your Cap to your 
betters ? 

Saun. Marry we fay in Scotland Gead Mourn til ye for aw the day, and 
fea put on our bonnets again, Sir ; Bud Sir, I ha brought ye a Teaken. 

Beau. To me, where is't - from whence is your Teaken? 

Saun. Marry from my. good Mailer Petruchio, Sir • he has fen ye a Piper 
to teach your Eonny LafTes to Pipe, but gin yet let Sauny teach 'em? I'fe 

pipe 'em fea Whim Whum 3 their Arfes fhall nere leave giging and 

joging while theh's a Tooth in their head. 

Beau. Petruchio ! I remember him now. How does thy Mailer? 

Saun. Marry Sir, he means to make one of your Lafies his Wanch 3 that 
is his Love and his Ligby. 

Beau. You are a Sawcy Rogue. 

Saun. Gud wull a Sir, he'll tak your Lafs with a Long Tang that the 
and Saundy wun a venter on, but he's here his aun fel, Sir. 

Enter Petruehio. 

Pet. Your moft humble Servant. 

Beau. Noble Petrucbio welcome, I thank you for your kindnefs to my 
Daughters. Within there. 

Enter Servant. 

Conduft thele Gentlemen to my Daughters , tell s em thefe are both 
to be their Matters, bid 'em ufe 'em Civily ; take in that Lute, and thofe 
Books there, Petruchio I hear you have loft your Father lately. 

Pet. Ti§ true, but I hope to find another in you ^ in fhort I hear you 
have a fair Daughter call'd Margaret , the World fays flie is a Shrew ^ But 
I think otherwife, you know my Fortune, if you like my Perfon, with your 
Confent, Til be your Son-in-Law. 

Beau. I have fuch a Daughter, but I fo much Love you, I would not put 
her into your hands, {he'll make you mad. 

Saun. Gud he's as mad as heart can wilh, Sir, he need nea halp, Sir. 

Pet. I'll venture it Father, fo Til prefume to call ye j I'm as Peremptory , 
as fhe's Proud-minded : and where two Rageing fires meet together they 
do confume the thing that feed's their fury^ my Fathers Eftate ,1 have 
better'd, not Imbezell'd, then tell me 5 if I can get your Daughters Love, 
What Portion you will give? 

Beak After my Death the Moiety of my Eltate, and on the Wedding 
day Three Thoufand Pounds. 

Pet. And Pll allure her Jointure anfwerable j get Writings drawn, I'll 
warrant you Til carry the Wench. 

Beau, Fair Luck betide you* 

G Enter Geralda 

io SAUNY the SCOT, or. 

Enter Gcraldo Bleeding. 

How now Man, What's the matter ? Will my Daughter be a good 
Lutanifi ? 

Ger. She'll prove a better Cudgel Flayer, Lutes will not hold her. 

Beau. Why then thou canlt not break her to thy Lute. 

Ger. No, but fhe has broke the Lute to me ; I did but tell her Ihe 
miftook her fretts, and bow'd her head to teach her Fingrings , Fretts call 
you thefe, (quoth ihe) and I'll frett with you^ fo fairly took me o're the 
Pate with the Lute, and fet me in the Pillory; and follow'd it with loud 
Volly's of Rogue, Rafcal, Fidler, Jack, Puppy, and fuch like. 

Pet. Now by the World / Love her ten times more than er'e / did. 

Saun. Gud, bo the Dell a bit ye's wad her Sir, Wun's lTe nea gi twa 
Pence for my Luggs gin you make her yer Bride. 

Pet. I'll warrant you Sauny, we'll deal with her well enough. 

Beau. Well Sir, I'll make you Reperation, proceed ftill with my 
youngeft Daughter, ihe's apt to Learn *, Peiruchio will you go with us or 
fliall / fend my Daughter to you ? 

Pet. Pray do Sir, and I'll attend her here. Exeunt Manut. Pet. Saun. 

Saun. Gud at ge gi Saundy a little Siller to gea to Scotland agen. 

Pet. Why Sauny, I have not us'd thee fo unkindly. 

Saun. Gud Pk nea tarry with a Scauding Quean Sir, yet the Dee'l faw 
my Luggs, if Ise ken which is worfe, to tarry and venture my Cragg,or gea 
fceam to Scotland, 

Enter Margaret. 

Pet. Peace Sirrah, here fhe comes; now for a Rubbers at Cuffs. O 
Honey Pretty Peg, how do'ft thou do Wench t 

Marg. Marry come up Ragmanners, Plain Peg? Where were you 
bred ? / am call'd Mrs. Margaret. 

Pet: No, no, thou ly'ft Peg, thou'rt call'd plain Peg, and Bonny Peg, 
and fometimes Peg the Curft, take this from me; Hearing thy Wildnefs 
prais'd in every Town, thy Virtues Sounded and thy Beauty fpoke off.- 
my felf am rnovd to take thee for my Wife. 

Marg. I knew at firft you were a Moveable. 

Pet. Why what's a Moveable. 

Marg. A Joint Stool. 

Pet. Thou haft hit it Peg, come fit upon me. 

Marg. Jjfes were made to bear, and fo were you. 

Pet. Why now / fee the World has much abus'd thee, 'twas told me 
thou were rough and Coy, and Sullen, but / do find thee pleafant, Mild 
and Curtcous ^Thou canft not frown, nor Pout, nor bite the Lip as 
angry wenches do. Thou art all fweetnefs. 

Marg. Do 

The Taming of the Shrew. it 

Marg. Do not Provoke me,,/ won't ftand ftill and here my felf 

Pet, What a Rogue was that told me thou wert Lam&, thou art as 
ftreight as an Ofier ! and as Plyable, O what a rare walk's there / why 
there's a gate puts down the King of Frances beft great Horfe. 

Saun. And the King of Scotland's tea. 

Fet. Where did'ft thou Learn the grand Paw Peg ? It becomes thee 

Marg. Doe's it fo fawcebox ? how will a halter become yon with a rim- 
ing knot under one Ear ? 

Pet. Nay, no knot Peg, but the knot. of Matrimony -'twixt thee and 
me, we fhall be an Excellent Mad Couple mil match* d 

Marg. /matched to thee? what to fuch a fellow with fuch a Gridiron 
face -with a Nofe fet on like a Candels end ftuck againft a Mud wall ; a: 
a Mouth to eat Milk Porridge with Ladles? Foh, it almoft turn: 
Stomach to look on't. 

Saun. Gnd an your Stomach wamble to fee his Face, What will ye dea 
when ye fee his Arfe Madam. 

Marg, Marry come up Abberdeen, take that [hits him a box on the Far.*} 
and fpeak next when it comes to your turn. 

Saun. S'breed the Deel tak a gripe O yer faw fingers and Drifs your 
Doublat for ye. 

Pet. Take heed Peg, Saunfs a Defperate Felloe. 

Marg. You'r a couple of Logger heads Mailer and Man,, that I can 
tell you. 

Pet. Nay, nay, Stay Peg, for all this / do like thee, and / mean to hare 
thee, in truth / am thy Servant. 

Marg. Aye you, why then I'll give you a favour, and thus I'll tye it 01% 
there's for you. [beats him7\ 

Saun. Out, out, fse gea for Scotland, Gud an flic beat ye Saundys a 
Dead Man* 

Pet. /'iffwear 7*11 cuff you, if you Strike agen. 

Marg. That's the way to loofe your Armes, if you ftrike a Woman, 
you are no Gentleman. 

Pet. A Herald Peg ? Prithee Blazon my Coat. 

Marg. I kriow not your Coat,, but your Creft is a Coxcombc. 

tpjfers to go away. 

Pet. Stop her Sirrah, ftop her. 

Saun. Let her gea her gate Sir, an e'n twa Deels and a Scotch wutch$ 
blaw her weeme full of Wind. 

Pet. Stay her Sirrah,ftay her, I fay. 

Saun. S1>reed Sir, ftay her yer fen, but hear ye Sir, an her tale gea 1 
fad: as her tang, Gud ye ha meet with a Whupfter, Sir. 

Pet. Prethee Peg ftay, and 7*11 talk to thee In Earneft. 

Marg. You may pump long enough er'e you get out a wife word, 
get a Night Gap to keep your brains warm. 

G 2 Fet. I 

12 SAUNY the SCOT-, or, 

Pet. I mean thou fhalt keep me warm in thy Bed Peg ,What think'ft thou 
of that Peg! in plain terms without more ado / have your Fathers Confent, 
your Portions agreed upon, your Joynture fettled , and for your own 
part, be willing or unwilling all's one, you / will marry, /am refolv'd out. 

Marg. Marry come up Jack a Lent, without my Leave ? 

Pet. A Rufh for your Leave, here's a Clutter with a troublefom Woman, 
reft you contented, I'll have it fo. 

Marg. You fhall be bak'd firft, you (hall :, within there , ha 1 

Pet. Hold, get me a Stick there Sauny *, by this hand, deny to Promife 
before your Father, I'll not Leave you a whole rib, I'll make you do't and 
be glad on't. 

Marg. Why you will not Murther me Sirrah? you are a couple of 
Rafcals, / don't think, but you have pickt my Pockets. 

Saun. l'se fooner pick your tang out O' your head, nor pick your 

Pet. Come leave your idle prating, have you / will or no man ever fhall, 
whoever elfe attempts it his throat will / Cut, before he lyes one night 
with thee, it may be thine too for company \ I am the Man am born to 
tame thee Peg. 

Enter Beaufoy, Woodal and Tranio. 

Here comes your Father, never make denial, if you do, you know what 
follows. , 

Marg. The Devil's in this fellow, he has beat rneMt my own Weapon, 
/ have a good mind to marry him to try if he can Tame me. 

Beau. Now Petruchio, how fpeed you with my Daughter. 

Pet. How but well, it were Impoflible / ihoud fpeed amifs/tis the beft 
Naturd'ft Lady 

Beau. Why how now Daughter, in your Dumps ? 
, Marg. You fhew a Fathers care indeed to Match me with this mad 
Heftoring Fellow. 

Pet. She has been abus'd Father, moil unworthily, (he is not Cur ft un- 
lefs for Pollicy^ for Patierce, a fecond Grizelj betwixt us we have fo 
agreed,the Wedding is to be on Thurfday next. 

Saun. Gud Saund/s gea for Scotland a Tuefday then. 

Wood. Heark Petruehio, fhee fays fhee'll fee you hang'd £rft 5 is this your 
ipeeding ? / {hall make you refund. 

Pet. PiOi, that's but a way Ihe has gotten, / have Wood her, Won her, 
and fhee's my own ^ we have made a bargin that before Company ihe 
[hall maintain a little of her Extravagant Humour, for fhe muft not feem 
to fall 01T from't too foon^ when we are alone, we are the kindeft, 
Lovingft, tender ft Chickins to one another ! Pray Father provide the Feaft, 
and bid the Guefts, / muft home to fettle fbme things, and fetch feme 
Writings in order to her Joynture. — — Farewel Gallants, give me thy 
hand Peg. 

Beau. I 

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Beau. I knot not what to fay, but give me your hands, fend you joy h 

Petruchio 'tis a Match* 

Wood.. Iran. A men fay we, we all are WitnefFes. 

Marg. Why Sir de' ye mean to Match me in fpight of my Teeth ? 

Pet. Nay, peace Peg, Peace, thou needft not be peviih before thefe, 'tis 
only before ftran'gers according to our bargain? Come Peg y thoil {halt go 
fee me take horfe, farewel Father. 

Marg As / live / will not. 

Pet. By this Light but you {hall y nay, no telly trick?, away. Exeunt. 

Saun. Gud Tse be your Lieutenant and bring up your reer Madam. Exit. 

Wood. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddingly ? 

Beau. Faith Gentlemen, / have ventured madly on a Defperatc 

Wood. But now Sir, as to your younger Daughter, you may remember 
my long Love and Service. 

Tran. I hope / may ( without Arrogance Sir, ) beg you to look on me 
as a Perfon of more Merit. 

Beau. Conterft ye Gentlemen, I'll compound this ftrife, 'tis Deeds not 
Words muft win the Prize ; / love you both, but he that can affure my 
Daughter the Nobleft Joynture has her, What fay you Sir? 

Wood. I'll make it out my Eftate is worth Be clara fall Twenty Thoufand 
Pounds, befides fome ventures at Sea, and all I have, at my Difteafe I give 

Tran. Is that all Sir ? Alas 'tis too Light Sir , I am my Fathers 
Heir, and only Son, and his Eftate is worth Three thoufand pound 
per Annum ^ that will aford a Joynture anfwerable to her Portion; 
no Debts, nor Incumbrances, No Portions to be paid ■ ■ have I nip't 
you, Sir. 

Beau. I muft confefs your offer is the beft, and let your Father make her 
this affiireance, (he is your own, elfe you muft pardon mc, if you {hould 
dye before him, where's her Power? 

Tran. That's but a Cavel, hee's old, I young. 

Wood. And may not young men dye as well as old, have I nip t you there 

again ? 

Beau. Well, Gentlemen, / am thus refolv'd, on Thurfday .my Daughter 
Peg is to be Married s the Thurfday following Biancha's yours, if you make 
this Aflurance ; if not, Mr. Woodall has her; and fo / take my Leave, and : 
thank you both. f. Exit. 

Wood. Sir, your Servant ; Now / fear you not : Alas, Young Man , 
your Father is not fuch a Fool, to give you all, and in his waining Age, fet 
footing under your Table ; You may go Whittle for your Miftrifs, ha, ha*, , 
ha. C E *& 

Tranio. A Vengance on your Crafty Wither'd Hide. Yet 'tis in my 
head to do my Matter good: / fee no reafon why this fuppos'd young 
VFinlove {hould not get a fuppos'd Father, calfd, Sir Lyonell FSinlove^ and 


14- SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

that's a wonder, Fathers commonly get their Children, but here the Cafe 
mull be alter'd. 

Love Brings fuch Prodigies as thefe to Town, 

For that, at Belt, turns all things upfide Down. ££xtf . 


Enter Winlove, Geraldo, Biancha. Table cover d with Velvet , Two 
Chaires and Gmtwr. A Paper Prickt with SONGS. 

Ccral. "^Ray Madam , will you take out this Lelfon on the Git- 

JL P*Fm. Here be de ver fine Story in de Varle of Moun- 

fieur Jlppolh^ And Madomofelle Daphne h Me vill Read you dat Madam. 

Ceral. Good Madam, mind not that Monfieur Shorthofe ^ But Learn 
this Leflbn firfh 

Win. Begar Monfieur Fideler, you be de vera fine troublefome Fellow, 
me vil make de great Hole in your Head wid de Gittar, as Margaret did. 

Ger. This is no Place to Quarrel in .• But Remember — — 

Bian. Why Gentlemen, you do me double wrongs to ftrive for that 
which Refteth in my Bare Choice . To end the Quarrel , fit down and 
Tune your Infimr.ent, and by that -time his Lecture will be done, 

Ger a. You 1 leave his Lecture, when / am in Tune, 

Bian. Yes, yes •, Pray be fatisfied i Come , Monfieur , let's fee your 

Win. I do fufpeft that Fellow. Sure he's no Lute-Malter. 

Bian. Here's the Place, Come Read, £ 'Reads* 

Do not Believe / am i frenchman, my Name is Winlove ^ He that bears 
tny Name about the Town, is my Man Tranto. I am your paffionate Ser- 
vant, and muft live by your Smile?. Therefore be fo good, to give Life to 
my hopes, 

Ger a. Madam, your Gittar is in Tune. 

Bian. Let's hear % fye, there's a String 

Wm. Make de fpit in the Whole Man^ and tune it again. 

Bian. Now let me fee. / know not Bow to believe yoii. But if it 
be true, Noble Mr. Winlove deferves to be ^ov'd •, and , in the mean 
time, keep your own Councell , and it is pot impoffible but your Hopes 
may be Converted into Certainties. 

Ger a. Madam, now 'tis Perfeftly inTur 
\Win. Fye, fye, Begar no Tune a 

Bian. Now, 

The Taming of the Shrew. 1 1 

Bian. Now, Sir, / atti for you. 

Gera. Mounfieur, Pray walk now, and give me leave a while, my Lef- 
fon will make no Mufick in Three Parts. 

Win. Me vil no trouble you Mounfieur Fiddeller. 7 am confident it 
is fo, this mult be fome Perfon that has taken a Difgnife, like me , to 
Court Biancha •, P\\ watch him. ( Aftde. 

Gera. Firft, Madam, be pleas'd to Sing the Laft Song that / Taught 
you, and then we'll proceed. 

Bian. I'll try, but I'm afraid / ftiall-be out. 

S ON G. 

Cera. Madam, before you proceed any farther, there be fome few 
Rules fet down in this Pap?r 3 in order to your Fingering, will be worth 
your Perufal. 

Bian. Let's fee. {Reads. 

- Thd I appear a Lute-Mafler, yet know my fair Biancha, / have but taken 
this difguife to get Accefs to you, and tell you I am your humble Servant, and 
Paffionate Admirer, Geraldo. Pilh, take your Rules again, I like 'em not the 
old way pleafes me beft,l do not care for changing old Rules, for thefe Foo- 
lifh new Inventions. , I 

Enter Servant. 

Sew. Madam my Lord calls for you to help drefs the Bride. 

Bian. Farewell then Mailer, I muft be gone. Exeunt 

Ger. I know not what to think of her, this fellow looks, as if he were in 
Love,- and (he carreiTes him. Thefe damn'd French men, have got all the 
trade in Town, if they get up all the handfome Women, the Englijh mult 
e'en march into Wales for Mifterftes •, well, if thy thoughts Biancha are 
grown fo low, to caft thy wandring Eyes on fuch a kikfhaw, I'me refolvU 
to ply my Widow. Exit. 

Win. I am glad Tme rid of him, that I may fpeak my Mother Tongue 
agen, Biancha has given me hopes, I dare half believe ihe Loves me. 

Enter Beaufoy," Woodal, Tranio, Margaret, Biancha,. 
and Attendants 

But here's her Father. 

Beau. Believe me Gentlemen, 'tis very ft range f This day Petruchio ap- 
pointed, yet he comes not :, methinks he ihou'd be more a Gentleman, then; 
to put fuch a flur upon my Family, 

Marg. Nay, you have us'd me finely, and like a Father \ I m.nft be forcd 
to give my hand againft my will, to a rude mad brain'd Fellow here; who 
Woo'd in hail, and means to Wed at Leifure. This comes of obeying you, 
if I do't again, were you ten.thou.Iand Fathers hang me. 

Tran. Be 

\6 SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

Tran. Be Patient Madam, on my life hee'll come ^ though he be blunt and 
merry , I'm fure hee's Noble •, good Madam, go put on your Wedding 
Cloaths, I know he'll be with yoive re you be Dreft. 

Marg. Wedding Cloaths, 1*11 fee him hang'd before ni have him, unlefs 
it be to fcratch his Eyes out. Exit weeping. 

Beau. Poor Girl/ I cannot blame thee now to weep, for fuch an Injury 
wou'd vex a Saint ^ Tho I am old, I (hall find fome body will call him to a 
ftrift Account for this. 

Enter Jamy, 

Jam. Q Mailer , News ! News ! and fuch News as you never heard 

Beau. Why what News have you, Sir ? 

Jam. Is't not News to hear of Petruchio's Coming ? 

Beau. Why, is he come? 

Jam. Why, no my Lord. 

Beau. What then Sirrah ? 

Jam, He's coming Sir* 

Beau. When will he be here ? 

Jam. When he ftands where I am and fees you there. 

Beau. Well farrah, is this all the News - ? 

Jam. Why Petruchio is coming in a new Hat, and an old Jerkin, a pair 
of Britches thrice turn'd,a pair of Boots that have been Candle-cafes ^ an 
old rufly Sword with a broken hilt, and never a Chape, upon an old Lean, 
Lame, Spavin'd, GlanderM, Broken-winded Jade, with a Womans Crupper 
of Velvit, here and there peecd with paekthreed. 

Titan. Who comes with him ? 

Jam. O Sir, his Man Sunny, and in an Equippage very fuitable to his 
Mailer, he looks no more like a Chriflian Footman, then I look like a 

'Wood. This is a mofl flrange Extravagant Humour. 

Beau t Tme glad he comes however* he be ! 

Enter Petruchio and Sauny ftrangely Habbited. 

Pet. Come, Where be thefe Gallants, who's at home f 

Beau. You're Wellcome Sir, I'm glad you're come at lalt. 

Trait* I think I have feen you in better Cloathes. 

Pet. Never, never, Sir, this is my Wedding Suite; Why how now, 
how now Gentlemen, What d'ye flare at, d'ye take me for a Moniter ? 

Wood. Faith in that Habit you might, pafs for one in the Fair. 

Pet. O you talk merrily, my Taylor tells rne it is.the neweft Fafhon : 
But where's my Peg? 1 flay too long from her, the Morning wear's* 'tis 
time we were at Church. 

Tfan. Why 

The learning of the Shrew. 1 7 

Tran. Why you won't Vifit her thus. 

Pet. Marry but I will. 

Satin. And fea will Saundy tea Sir. 

Beau. But you will not Marry her fo, will you ? 

SrfttH. A my Saul fai he Sir. 

Pet. To me fhee's Married, not to my Cloathes ^ Will ye along Father 
and Gentlemen ? Til to Church imediately, not tarry a minute. 

Saun. Here ye Sir , ye fai Marry her after the Scotch Direftory, tliea 
gin ye like her not, ye maw put her awaw. How fay ye now / 

Exit. Pet. and Saun. 

Tran. He has fome meaning in this mad Attire, but you muft periv- 
him to put on a better, e re he goes to Church 

Beau. Let's after and fee what will become of it. Exit. 

Tran. Well Sir, you find therms no other way, 'tis too lhort war 
to get your Father up •, fhoud you Steal the Match, who knows but both 
the old Fools wou'd fo deeply refent it to your Prejudice. 

Wm. Why Prethee this way it will be Stolen for 'tis but a Cheat, which 
will be in a little time Difcover'd. 

Tran. That's all one, it Carries a better face, and we lhali have the 
more fport-, befides e're it comes out, your Father may be wrought to 
like it, and Confirm my Promifes^ She is fuitable to you every way, and 
fhe is rich enough to do it, and Loves you well enough befides. 

Win. Well if it muft be fo, let's contr ive it handfomly. 

Tran Let me alone, J amy (hall do the bufinefs, he fhall find out fome 
Knight of the Poft, that fhall be old Sir Lyonel Winlove here, and make 
Afliirance of a greater joynture then I propos'd •, ne're fear it Sir, Pll fo 
Inftro.d him, it fhall be carryed without the leaft Sufpition. but you know old Beaufiy knows my Father. 

Tran. That's nothing, 'tis fo many years fince he faw him, he will never 
diftinguifh him by his face. 

Vi/in. This may be done, but notwithftanding all did not my fellow 
Teacher, that damn'd Lute-mafter fo nearly watch us n 'twou'd not be amifs 
to fteal a Marriage, and that once perform'd, let all the World fay no, I'll 
keep my own. 

Tran. That we may think on too^ this fame Lute-Mafter I more then 
Win. And fo do I. 

Tran. 1 have mi ft a Gentleman out of the gang a good while, but let 
that pafs, 1 have already fent Jamy to find a Man. 

Enter Woodall. > 

To our poftures,here's Mr. Woodallfie muft be Chous'd too among the reft, 
fave you Sir, Came you from the Church ? 

Wood. As willingly as e're I came from Schoole. 

Tran. And is the Bride and Bridegroome coming home. 

D Wood A 

18 SAUNt the SCOT; or, 

VPbod. A Bridegroome, why hee's a Bridegroome for the Dcvil } a Devil, 
a very Fiend. 

Iran. Why (hee's a Devil, an errant Devil •, nay, the Devils Dam. 
Wood. But fhee's a Lamb, a Dove, a Child to him: When thePrieft 

fuch a cuff", that down fell Sexton Book and all again • now take it up quoth 
he if any lift. 

Trail. What (aid the poor Bride to this ? 

Wood. Trembl'd and fhook like an Afpen Leafe $ after this juft as the 
Parfon joyn'd their hands , he call'd to his Roguy Scotchman , for a 
Glafs of Mufcadine, drank his W ives Health, and threw the Toaft in the 
Clarksface, becaufe his Beard grew thin and hungry, then took the Bride 
about the Neck and gave her fuch a Smack the Church eccho'd again • 
the fight of this made me run away for fhame, I know they are following 
by this time ; but hark, I hear the Minftrels. Mufick. 

Enter Beaufoy, Petruchio, Margaret, Biancha, Geraldo, 

Sauny, ire. 

Pet. Gentlemen and Friends I thank you for your Pains, I know you 
think to Dine with me to day, and have preparM great ftore of Wedding 
Chear, but fo it is, grand bufinefs calls me hence, and I take my leave. 

Beau, is't Poffible you will away to night ? 

Pet. I muft immediately, if you knew my bufinefs you wou'd not 
wonder •, well honeft Gentlemen I thank you all, that have beheld me give 
away my felf to this moft Patient,Sweet and virtuous Wife ^ Dine with my 
Father here, and drink my health for I mult hence, fo farewel to vou 

Saun. Wun's will ye nea eat your Wadden Dunner, Sir? 

'Tran. Let us Intreat you to ftay till after Dinner. 

Pet. It muft not be. 

Marg. Let me Intreat yoiu 

Pet. That will do much, I am Content. 

Marg. Are you content to ftay ? 

Pet. I am content you ftiou'd Intreat mc, but yet / will not flay intreat 
me how you can, 

Marg. Now if you Love me flay. 

Pet. /cannot, Sauny the Horfes. 

Safin. They have nea ca't their Wadden Dunner yet. 

Pet. Sirrah get the Horfes. 

Marg. Nay then do what thou can ft, /wont go to day, nor to morrow, 
nor till / pleafe my felf. The door is open Sir, there lyes your way, you 
may be jogging while your boots be green. 

Pet. O Peg content thee, Prithee be not angry. 

Marg. i 

The Taming of the Shrew. 1 9 

Marg. /will be angry, What haft thou to do? Father be quiet, he lhall 
flay my Lei lure. 

Wood, /marry Sir, now it begins to Work. 

Marg, Gentlemen forward r the Bridal Dinner ^ /fee a Woman may 
be made a fool off, if (he want Spirit fo refift. 

Fet. They (hall go forward Peg at thy Command •, Obey the Bride you 
that attend on her. " Go 10 the Feailj Revel, Caroufe, and Dance, be Mad 
or Merry, or go hang your felves, but for 1117 Bonny Peg fliee muft with 
me-, Nay look not big uppn't, nor ftarap, nor ftair, nor fret;, ( Come, 
come, gently, fo, fo, fo, that's my good Peg 1 I wilt he mailer of my own ^ 
She is my pro :>ods and Chattells \ my Houfe, my Ox,my Afs, my any 
thing : Look here fhe ftands, touch her who dare, Til make him fmoak 
that offers to [top toe in my way. Sauny unfheath thy Dudgeon Dagger, 
we are befet with Thieve, refcue thy Miftrifs if thou beeft a Man^ fear not 
fweet Wench Til Buckler thee againft a Million : nay, come. 

Marg. Will none of you help fhe ? 

&wn. The Deel a bit of Dunner ye gat, Gud at ye woud fpeak to 
-your Cuke to gi Sanndy a little Mutton and Porridge to put in his 
\Vailet, Exeunt. Pet. Marg. Saun, 

Beau: May let 'em -go, a couple of quiet ones, 

Tran. Neve, a mad a Match, 

Beau. Well Gentlemen let's in, we have a Dinner^ although we want 
a Bride and Br-idegrobrhe to it *, Biancha you fhall take your Sifters Rcome, 
and Mr. Winlove you may Practife for a Bridegrooms Exeunt 

Wood, Mouniieur how do ye find my Miftrefs inclined ? 

Win. Me can no tell dat yet 3 but in time Mounfieur fal inform you. 

Wood. Pray Ply her clofe, here's fomethin'g for yon. Exit WoodS. 

Win, Me tank you, Sir - Ha, ha, ha, I muft go tell this to my Biancha. 

Exit Winlove. 

'Iran, Hark ye Sir, yon may inform me, Fray what think you, doe* 
Madam Biancha fancy any other but my fell (he bears me fair in! band* 
pray difcover Sir, I fhall not be ungraceful ? 

Ger. Troth Sir, I think fnee's as all other Women arc, 

Tran. How h that pray f 

Ger. Why Fickle and Foolifh. 

Tran. Why d' ye think fo of her, fhee was always held Difcrcct t 

Ger. No fober Man will think fo, I tell you Sir, (hce cares neither for 
you, nor any Man, that's worth careingfort, iiiee'sfalne in Love with a 
Mounfier Jack-daw, a fellow that teaches bad French^ in worfe Enghfh* 

Tran. Thai: fellow, why 'tis impoflible. 

&eri 5 Tis true tho\ 

Tran. Why 1 am confident he was employed by old Wooddln his la- 
ftrument to Court her for him. 

Ger. If he were, he has fboken one word for him and two for hfrtt- 

D 2 Enter Wmlovt 

2o SAUNY the SCOT, or, 

Enter Winlovc leading Biancha. 

See here they come hand in hand> {band ciofe, pei'haps your Eyes may 
convince you. 

Win. Madam, you need not doubt my Paffion ^ by thofe fair Eyes 1 
fwear ( an Oath inviolable ) you have made a Conqueft over me fo abfolute, 
that I muft dye your Captive. 

Tran. What does he fay, what does he fay ? 

Ger. 1 cannot hear, Liften. 

Bian. I muft believe you Sir, there's fome ftrange power attends your 
Words, your Attractive Aftions, aud your Perfon, which is too ftrong 
for my weak refiftance ; you have won, but do not boaft your Viftory. 

Tran. Nay then I fee 'tis fo, I cannot hold ! Madam you muft forgive 
my Interruption, you have usM me kindly, fool'd me with fine hopes, 
your Mounfieur there has read Excellent LefTons to you, 

Bian. Sir, 1 underftand you not. 

Ger. That is, you won't. 

Win. What be de matter Mounfieur Fiddeler ? 

Ger. No Fiddler, nor no Lutanift Mounfieur^ No pint , but one that 
fcorns to live in a Difguife ^ for fuch a one as leaves a Gentleman, to doat 
upon a Pardon a moy Jack-pudding ^ know, I am a Gentleman, my name 

Bian. Alas, Sir, And have you been my Matter all this while, and I ne- 
ver knew it ? 

Geral. Yes, Sweet Lady, you did know it } I fee you have a Little Spice 
of Teg in you : But I have done with you, Mr. Winlove ^ Pray tell me , 
Don't you hate this Gentlewoman now ? 

Tran. 1 cannot fay 1 Hate her ; but I'm fure I don't Love her for this 
days Work , Wcu'd fhe Court me, / Swear / wou'd not have her. 

Cera. Nor 7, by Heavens : J have Sworn, and will keep my Oath. 

Bian. Why Gentlemen, I hope you will not both give the Willow Gar- 

Gera. Go, go, you are a Scurvy Woman •, I have a Widdow that has 

make her Vye with any Wife in. England. And then I can pafs by you 

Bian. The Taming- School, for Heavens- fake where is that Sir . ? 

Ckra. Why your Brother Tctruchioh Houfe : / doubt yOu muft there 
too, ere you'll be good for any thing ^ Til to him immediately ? Farewell 
thou Vile Woman. C Exit: 

Bian. Ha, ha 7 ha, this is Excellent. 

Tra. Madam, 1 beg your Pardon ^ but I hope my boldnefs with you, 
has ionQ my Mailer fome Service, 

Win. Believe 

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Wi»» Believe mc has it Tranh, and I muft thank thee. 

Enter Jamy. 

Now, Sirrah, Whither away in fuch haft ? 

Jam O Mailer, I have found him, 

Winl What? Who haft thou found? 

Jam. A rare old Sinner in the Temple Cloyjlers will do the Feat to a 

Bian. What feat ? What's to be done ? 

Winl. That which I told you of my Faireft ; 
Where is he ? 

Jam. Here, here, he Walks in the Court. 

Bian. Well, I.mnft in, or I (hall be mift \ 
Carry the Matter handfomly, and let me not fuffer. (Exit. 

Winl. Fear not Madam ; Call him in, Tranio ( 'Exit; 
You muft Inftrud him, I'll not be feen int. ( £xit. 

Enter Jamy and Snatchpenny. 

Tran. Now Friend, What are you? 

Snat. Any thing that you pleafe Sir. 

Tran. Any things Why what can you do. 

Snat . Any thing, for fo much as Concerns Swearing and Lying to your 
Worlhips Service, and to get an Honefl Livelihoods So pleafe you to Im- 
ploy me. 

Tran. Why thou may'it ferve turn L think; 
But Pll put thee to no Swearing, Bare Lying and 
Impudence will ferve for my Occafion j 
You muft bate of the Price for that. 

Snatch. Faith, Sir, they'r both of a Price, take e'm or leave e'tn. 

Tran, But caaft thou Mannage and Carry JofFa good Well-contriv'd Lye, 
to the belt advantage? 

Snatch. I fhould be very forry elfej it has been my Trade thefe Seven 
and thirty Years, never fear it Sir. 

Jam. Nay, 1 pickt him out amongft half a Score j 
I fancy'd he had the belt Lying Face amongft e'm. 

Tran. Well, come along with me, and I'll Inftrud you • But if you 
faiJ, look to your Eares, if you have any. 

Snatch. Y\\ venture Neck and all to do it Sir. (Exit. 

Enter Sauny and Curtis fever ally. Petruchio's Houfe. 

Curt. Honeft Sauny, Wellcome, welkome. 

Saun A Saund/s Hungry • Can t you get a little Meat, Sir ? 

Curt. Yes, yes, Sawny. 

Saun. Ye 

ii SAUNY the SCOT Vor, 

Saun. Ye mun gat a gude Fire, Sir •, Mrs. Bride has gat a faw intull a 
Dike, She's aw wet Sir •, Gud (lie has not a dry thread to her Arfe. 

Curt. Is Mafter and Miflrifs coming Satiny ? 

Saun. Gud are they, gin they be nea frozen to the grand, bo whare's 
your Fire man ? 

Curt. Tis making.'tis making, all things are ready ^ Prithee what News 
good Satiny ^h^xt kind of Woman is our Miflrifs * 

Saun. Ken ye twa twanty Deel's Sir. 

Curt. Marry Heaven defend us. 

Saun, Gud fliee has ean twa twanty Deel's ITe nea bate ye ean of 


Curt. They fay fliers a Cruel Shrew. 

Saun. O my faul Sir, ITe hau'd a thoufand pund, fhee's fet up her Tang, 
and Scaud fro Edingbrough to London, and nere draw bit fort. 

Curt. What fhall we do then, there will be no living for us. 

Saun. Gud will there not, Wun's I think the Deel has flead off her 
Skin, and put his Dam intuit ^ Bo where's Phillip and George and 

Curt. They'r all ready, what ho, come forth here, Phillip George, Jofeph^ 
A7r^where are you ? 

Enter 4 or 5 Serving Men. 

Philip. Honefl: Savony, Wellcome home. 

Saun. Gat me fome Meat, and I'll believe ye Sir. 

Geor. I am glad to fee thee Savony. 

Saun. Gat me a Drink, and Is'e believe ye tea. 

Jojep. What, Savony come to Town again, Wellcome ? 

Saun. Wun's, Walcome, walcome^ gar me gude Meat and Drink, that is 
Walcome, Sir. 

Nick. Old Lufty Fellow Sawny, Wellcome. 

Saun. How d'ye Wu v y ? 

Nick. D'ye hear the Hews, Sawny ? Wally Watts is Dead. 

Saun. S'breed, nea Man that geas on twa Leggs cou'd flay Wully Watts^ 

Nick. True •, for he was fairly Hang'd. 

Saun. I was fure nea Man that went on twa -Leggs could flay him. 

Nick. You are in the right Savony, for 'twas one with Three Leggs , 
*twas Mr. lyhurne, for he was fairly Hang'd. 

Saun. S'breed ye Lye, Sir, the Gallows might kill him, and break his 
ftout heart, but it cou'd nea hang him : 'Tis hang an Englt/h Man. 

Nick. Well, But what kind 01 Woman is our Miflrifs, Sauny 

Saun. You'l ken foon enough 'tea your Sorrow , and wea Sir - 7 Ye've 
awe twa Luggs apeece o'your Head : A my Saul Fse nea gea ye twa 
Pennys for them by'th Morn : How fay ye now ? 



The Taming of the Shrew. 

Enter Petruchio and Margaret, 

f et. Where be thefe Idle Rogues ? What no more at Door to hold my 
Stirrip, or take my Hcrfes? Where's Curtis, Phillip ^ Nick and Gregory ? 

Ati: Here, Here, Here, Sir. 

Pet. Here, here, here, you Loggerhead Currs ; What, no Attendance, no 
Regard, no Duty ? Where's that Foolifh Knave I fent before. 

Saun. Wuns, Sir, Ise be fea hungry, snd fea empty, ye may traveil quite 
through me, and nere faw your fingers Sir. 

Pet. You Mangy Rogue, Did not I bid you meet me in the Park, and 
bring thefe Rafcals with you ? 

Saun. Gud did ye Sir -, bo Ise fea hungry, Ise ha nea Memory, Deliver 
your Meflage your fel Sir. 

Pet. Be gone you Slaves, and fetch my Supper in -, Rogues do I fpeak, 
and don't you fly to make haft. C ^ Xlt % or 3 Servants. 
Sit down Peg and Wellcome. Why when I Pray, nay good fweet Teg be 
Merry, Thefe are Country Clownifh Fellows- Prithee be Merry: Off 
with my Bootes, Sirrah, you Rogues, ye Villaius. When 


It was the Orders of the Pry ax Gray, 
As forth he walked on his Way. 


Marg m Sure he will run himfelf out of Breath, and then it will be my 

Petru. Out you Rogue •, You pluck my Boot awry *, take that, and mend 
it in pulling off the other. Be Merry Peg. Some Water here , ho • 
Where's my Spanniel, Sarrah? Make haft and defire my Coufin Ferdi- 
nand to come hither, one Peg you muft Kifs, and be Acquainted with : 
Where are my Slippers? Shall I have fome Water. Come, Peg^ wa(h, : 
and Wellcome Heartily. 

Sau. Wuns bo whare is the Meat to mack her Welcome. 

Marg. We {hall fall out if we wafh together. 

Petru. You Whorfon Villain will you let it fall? 

Marg. Pray Sir be Patient, 'twas an unwilling Fault. 

Table Covered. Enter Servants with Meat. 

Pet. An Idle, Carelefs, Beetle-headed-Slave. 
Come, Peg, fit down. I know you have a Stomach, 
Will you give Thanks, Sweet Peg, or fhall I ? 
Or each for our felves ? Come, fall too, 
What's this , Mutton ? 

Saun. Gud it is, Sin 

Pet. Who 1 

H SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

Pet. Who bought it ? 

Cur. I did Sir. 

Pet. You Rafcal you 'tis not Mutton, 'tis the Ereafl of a Dog 5 What 
Currs are thefe t 'tis dry'd and but n't to a Goal too, Where is this Pvafcal 
Cook? Kow dare you bring fuch rotten Meat to my Table? Why d'ye 
mean to Poyfon me, ye heedlefs Joltheads? ye ill mamier'd Whelps, what 
d' ye grumble ? I'll be with you ftraight. 

Marg. Pray Husband be content, the Meat is good Meat ; and I am 
very hungry, i muft and wii! eat fome of it. 

PH. Not for the World Peg, I Love thee better thenfo; *Tis burnt 
and will Ingender dollar, aDifeafe we are both to Subjeft too^ I Love 
thee too well to give thee any thing to hurt thee 3 we'll faft to night, to 
morrow we'll make it up. 

Marg. Say what you will Sir, I'll eat fome of it • Did you bring me 
hither to Starve me? 

Pet. Why ye Pvafcals will ye (land Still and fee your Miffirifs Poyfon her 
felf ? take it away out of her fight, quickly. 

[Throws the Meat at y em, Sauriy gets it. 

Saun. Gud Saundy will venture, Poyfon and 'twill. 

Pet. Well Peg, this night we'll fall for Company ; Come Til bring thee 
to the Bridall Chamber. 

Marg. I muft Eat fomething, I (hall be Sick elfe • But an Egg. 

Pet. No, no, Prithee dont talkoirt; to Bed upon a full itomach. 

Marg. But a Crult of Bread. 

Pet. To morrow, to morrow, Come prithee away. Exeunt. 

Geor. Did'ft ever fee the like ? 

Curt. He kills her in her own Humour. 

Phil. Have you did Grace Sauny f 

Saun. Gud I was fea hungry, I forgot Grace. O thou that hail fiU'd 
our Boyes, and our blathers, keep us aw from Whoredome, and Secriilc. 

Nick. Secrecy, why Sauny ? 

Saun. Wuns Man, it is wutchcraft, peace, you put me out with the 
Deel's name to ye : Keep us aw from Whoredome and Secvefie, fro the 
Dinger o' the fwatch to the gallow Tree, keep us aw we Befeech thee^ 
Tak a Drink man. 

Phi Are ye full now Sauny ? 

Saun. As fow as a Piper, ye may put ean finger in at my Mouth, and ano- 
ther in mine Arfe, and feel beath ends o 1 my Dinner. Exeunt. 

Enter as in a Bed-Chamber, Petruchio, Peg ? and Servants, Sauny. 

Pet. Where are you, you Rogues? Some lights there, come P^undrefs 
to bed, to bed. 
Marg. ?rzy fend your Men away, and call for fome of your Maids. 
Pet. Maids, terns Maids. I have no fuch vermine about my houfe, any of 
7 & . * thefe 

The Taming of the Shrtw. 2$ 

thefe will do as well; Here Saury come hither Sirrah^ and undrefs your 

Saun. O my Saul Sir, Pfe put on my head-peice ; now, an ye'll bind her 
hands behind her, I'se undrefs her. {Goes to take up her Coats. 

Pet. What doft thou do ? 

Saun, In Scotland we aw wayes begin at the nether end of a bonny 


Pet. Who made this Bed? What Rafcals are thefe? Foh thefe Sheets 

are Muily as the Devil, and what Rags are here upon my Bed ? Is this a 

Counterpain ? 'tis a Dilhclout. 

Marg. Why the Counterpain is well enough, and Rich enough, and the 
Sheet's are as Clean, and as Sweet as may be. 

Pet. Fye, fye Peg, thou haft got a Cold, and loft thy Smelling , I tell 
thee they are all Damp and Mufty, I wou'd not have thee to venture to 
Lye in 'em for the world, it wou'd be thy Death > here take 'em away, we 
muft ee'n fit up, there's no remedy. 

Marg. Pray Sir talk not of fitting up, I am fo fleepy I cant hold my Eyes 
open, I muft to Bed. 

Pet. I'll keep thee waking, I warrant thee ^ Ho Curtis bring us a Flaggon 
of March Beer, and fome Tobacco, and clean Pipes, we'll be merry. 

Exit. Curtus. 

Marg. Why what d' ye mean are you Mad ? 

Pet. Mad? I, what fhould we do? I mean thou and I hand to fift, 
will drink a Health to my Father, and my Sifter, and all our good Friends 
at London. 

Enter Servant with Beer and Tobacco. 

Marg. Why you dont take me to be one of your fellow Tofpots? 

Pet. I mean to Teach thee to Drink ^ thou muft Learn that, or thou rt 
no Wife for me : Here, Peg, to thee with all my Heart, a whole one, and 
thou art Wellcome •, My Father s good Health, Peg, you fhall Pledge it, 

Marg. I cant Drink without Eating ; 'twill make me fick. 

Pet. Pifh,Pi(h, that's but a Fancy ; Come, off with it 3 or thou (halt nei- 
ther eat nor drink this Month; N 

Marg. Shall I go to Bed when I have drank it ? 

Saun. Gud at ye gi Sawndy a little Drink Madam. 

Pet. Talk of that anon. ' ( She Drinks. 

So, here Peg, heres a Pipe I have fill'd for thee my felf, 
Sit down, and Light it. 

Marg. D'ye mean to make a meer Hackny Horfe of me? What d'ofter 
me your nafty Tobacco for ? 

■Pet. Nay, ne re make {6 ihy, I know thou Lov'ft it : Come, young La- 
dies are often troubled with the Ta6th-ach, and take it in their Cham- 
bers, though they wont appear Good Fellows amongft us : Take it, or 
no Sleep nor Meat, Peg, D'ye hear. 

£ Marg. Yes 

26 SAUNY the SCOT;or, 

v Marg. Yes, to my Griefe •, I won't be Abus'd thus. ( Weeps. ) 

Pet. Nay, nay, Goe where thou wilt, I'll make thee Smoak before I 
Sleep. ( Exeunt. 

A C T. IV. 

Enter Petruchio and Sauny. 
Pet. £"^lrrah, wait on your Miftrifs 5 Say what you will to her, and 
^^ Vex her, but do not touch her \ and let her have no Meat 
}. 3 I Charge ye. 
Saun. S'breed Sir, fend her into the Highlands in Scotland, there's Hun- 
ger and Caud enough, there flie may ftarve her Bally foo. 
' Pet. Well Sirrah, Doe as 1 direft you. ( Exit. 

Saun. O' my Saul wull I Sir, Yee'l let me take my Head-piece to de- 
fend me Sir. 

Enter Margaret. 
Marg. What Gregory , Phillip! No Body neajme* 
lawny, Where are you ? 
Saun. Ise een hard at your Arfe Madam. 
Marg. Where's your Matter ? 

Saun. He's gone to the Market himfelf, and he'l bring ye heam a Braw 
Bull's Puzzle to Swaddle your Weam with. 

Marg. And in the mean time I am Famifht^Was ever Woman usd fo Dam- 
nably ? I am Starv'd for Meat, Giddy for want of Sleep ; and that which 
Spites me more then all the reft, is, he pretends 'tis out of Care and 
Love to me : Prithee good Sawny give me fome Meat. 

Saun. O' my Saul , Sawndy wou'd be Hang'd gin I fud bellow an aw'd 
Lkjuor'd Bute, Sawny will cut it into Tripes to StufFyour Weam with. 

Marg* Good Sawny, here's Money for thee, but one little bit of any 
thing to flay my fainting Spirits. 
Saun. What will ye eat a Bit of Beefe ? 
Marg, I, good Sawny. 
Saun. Will ye eat fome Muflard to't ? 
Saun. I, good Sawny, quickly. 

Saun. Muflard is n'ea gu'd for your Tang, 'twill make it tea keen, and 
ye can Scau'd faft enough without. 

Marg. Why then the Beef without Muflard. 

Saun. Gud Beef is nee gued without Muflard: Sawny will fetch ye fome 
Meal and Water, ye'il make ye a Scotch Pudding, ye'fl Eat of tbat tull 
your Weam crack. 

Marg. You Abufive Rogue take that, ( Beat him. ) 1 be Brav'd thus by my own Servant. 
Saun, The Dee'l wafn your Face with a Fou tSout. 


The Taming of the Shrew- 27 

Enter Geraldo. 

Geral. Why how now, Sirrah, Will you ftrike your Miftrifs? You 
Cowardly Rogue ftrike a Woman. 

Saun. S'breed Sir, D'ye Caw a Scotchman a Coward ? Gin Is'e had ye 
in Scotland y Ise put my Whiriyard in your Weam, gin ye were as ftout 
as Gilder oy. 

Geral Why Gilderoy was as arrant a Coward as thou art. 

Saun. Wuns yeed be lath to keep the Grund that Gilderoy quits -, yet 
I muft confefs he was a little Shame-fac'd before the Enemy. 

Marg. O Mr. Geraldo, never was Poor Woman fo us'd. For Charity 
fake Convey me home to my Father. 

Enter Petruchio with a Difh of Meat. 

Petru. Here Teg, here's Meat for thee, I have Dreft it my felf, my Dear ^ 
Geraldo Wellcome, this was kindly done to Vifit Peg and Me ^ Come Peg y 
faH too, here's an Excellent piece of Veal. 

Marg. Why 'tis a Pullet. 

Pet. Why 'tis Peal,. Art thou Mad ? £ 

Marg. You won't Perfwade me out of m^ lences, 
Tis a Pullet. 

Saun. A Gud is it Sir. 

Petr. What an unhappy Man am I, my poor Dear Peg's Diftra&ed. I 
always fear'd 'twould come to this. Take the Meat away Curtis ^ Is the 
Room Ready as I Order'd ? Are the Lights DamnM up ? 

Curtis. Yes Sir. 

Marg. Why what d'ye mean to do with me? 

Pet. Poor Peg) I Pitty thee •, but thou lhalt want no Help for thy Cure, 
you muft be kept from the Light, it troubles the Brain. 

Cw. I fee I fliall Learn, he's an Excellent Teacher. 

Marg. Why Sir, Pray tell me, Have you a mind to make me Mad? 
this is the way indeed : How have I injur'd you^ that you ufe me thus in- 
humanely ? Did you Marry me to ftarve me ? 

Saun. He means to bring down your Weam for a Race ^ For we aw- 
ways Cry a Nag with a Weam, but a Mare with Nean. 

Pet. No, no ^ Good Yeg thou know'ft I have a Care of thee ^ Here's a 
Gown juft brought home for thee Yeg. Now thou art empty , it will fit 
Handfomely- Where is this Taylor .? Call him in Sawny^ if it fits you, 
you fhall put it on, and wee'l Gallop o're to London^ and fee your Father; 
Your Sifters Wedding is at hand, you muft help her. 

Enter Taylor with a Gown. 

^ Marg. If {he be Match'd as I am , Heaven help her! But there's fome 
Comfort in going Home ; there's Meat and Sleeping-room, 

E 2 Yet. Come 

28 SAUNY the 'SCOT ; or, 

Pet. Come Taylor, lets fee the Gawne, How now what's here/ Blefs 
rne, what Mafquing Suite is this ! What's this a Sieve ? why 'tis like a 
Demmy Cannon, Why what a Devil Taylor doft thou mean? Is this a 
Gown ? 

Tay. A gown Sir ? yes Sir, and a handfome Gown as any Man in London 
can make, 'tis the neweft Fafhon lately come out of France. 

Pet. What a lying knave art thou/ my great Grand-mothers Pifture 
in the Matted Gallery is juft fuch another. 

Saun. It is like the Pi&ure of Queen Margaret in Edenbrough Cattle, 

Marg. I never faw a better FaAion'd Gown in my life; more quaint 
nor better Aiap'd , 1 like the Gown, and Til have this Gown or I'll have 
none ; fay what you will I like it, 'tis a handfom Gown. 

Pet. Why thou fayft true 75?/, 'tis an ugly paltrey Gown,I am glad to 
hear thee of my mind • 'tis a beaftly Gown. 

Marg. Why 1 fay 'tis a good Gown 5 a handfome fafhionable Gown ^ 
What a ye mean to make a Puppet of me ? 

Pet. Ay, this fellow wou'd make a Puppet of thee ? 

Tay. She fays your Worffiip means to make a Puppet of her. 

Pet. Thou Impudent, lying, Threed, Bodkin and Thimble, Flea, thou 
nit, brave me in my own houfe 7 Go take it, I'll ha none on t. 

Tay. Sir I made it according to your Direftions, and I cannot take it 

Saun. Tak it awaw, or the Deel O my Luggs, but yeft tak my Whineyard. 

Marg. He (hall not take it agen, what need you trouble your felf about 
it, as long as it pleafes me } lay it down there. 

Pet. Sirrah take it away I fay, we Avail find more Taylors ^ I wont have 
my Wife fo Antickly dreft, that the Boys Aloud hoot at her. 

Marg. Come, come, all this is but fooling, you dont under/band what 
belongs to a Gown 3 fay what you will I'm refolv'd to have it, if it were an 
ugly one I wou'd wear it, and it were but to Crofs you. 

Saun. Now the Deel's a cruppen untell her Mouth Sir, you may fee a 
little of iiis Tail hang out, it looks for aw the world an itwere a Sting Sir. 

Pet. Why that's my good Peg y I know thou doll not care for it; fay no 
more prithee, thou (halt have another. 

Marg. I know not what you mean to do with me, but mcthinks I might 
have leave to fpeak^and fpeak I will, I am no Child, no Baby - your Betters 
have endur'd me to fpeak my mind, and if you cannot you had beft flop 
your Ears • Tis better let my Tongue at Liberty, then lee my Heart break. 

Pet. Speak Pegty a ^ *neans, fay what thou wilt ; Sirrah carry that tawdry 
thing away, Ceraldo tell him you'll fee him paid, \_Aftde7\ and bid him 
leave it. Come-what fayfl: thouPe/? 

Ger, Leave the Gown in the next Room Taylor, and take no notice of 
what he fays, I'll fee you paid for't. [_Afide. Exit. 

Marg. Why I fay I will 'have that Gown, and every thing I have a mind 
for,, I did not bring you fuch a Portion to be made a Fool of. 

Vet. Very 

The Taming of the Shrew . 29 

Pet. Very true, thou rt in the right Peg y come lets to Horfe, thefe Cloaths 
will ferve turn at prefent till we can get better. Go Sirrah lead the Horfes 
to the Lands end, thether we'll walk a foot •> lets fee, I think 'tis about feven 
a Clock, we (hall reach to my Father in Laws by Dinner time with Eafe. 

Marg. 'Tis almoft Two, you cannot get thether by Supper time. 

Pet. It (hall be feaven e're I go,why what a Mifchief's this,what I fay or 
do, you are ftill crofting it : Let the Horfes alone 5 1 will not go to day* and 
e're I do it (hall be what a Clock I pleafe, 

Marg. Nay Sir, that fhant flop our Journey, 'tis feaven, or two or nine 
or what a Clock you pleafe, pray lets go. r 

Saun. Ye's have it what hour you wull Sir. 

Pet, Very well it is fo, get ready quickly • Come Geraldo let's all go we 
fhall help mend the Mirth at my Sifters Wedding. 

Get. Ill wait on you. 

Pet. Come Peg, get on your things. 

Marg. Let me but once fee Lincolns- Inn-Fields agen,and Yet thou (halt not 
Tame me. 

Enter Tranio and Snatchpenny. 

Tran. Now Sirrah, be but Impudent enough and keep ftate like the old 
Knight, and thou art made for ever. 

Snatch. I warrant ye Sir, I know it to a hair, my Lord Beaufoy and I were 
School fellows together at Worfter •, my Eftate lyes in the Vale of Eve/ham, 
Three thoufand Pound a year, and Fifteen hundred a year I fettle upon you 
upon the Marriage, let me alone / am Sir Lyonell himfelf. 

Tran. Right, right , Excellent brave, How now. 

.. Enter Jamy. 

yam. To your Poftures old Sinner, be an exquefite Rafcal, and then thou 
fhalt be a Rogue Paramount-, thou fhalt lay the Dragon aileep while my 
Matter fteais the Pippins. 

Tran. Well Jamy, What halt thou done ? 

Jaw. /have been with my Lord Beaufoy, prefented your Fathers, and 
your Service to him, and told him the- old Knight was happily come to 
Town, and heari-ngof your Love to Btancha, was fo overjoy'd, he would 
Settle all upon you. 

Tran. Well, and what faid he ? 

Jam. He gave me aPeece for my News, / told him Sir Lyonell defired 
his Company juft now to treat upon the Match 7 he's coming in all haft, he 
longs to be Couzend, and Snatchpenny if thou doftnot do it. 

Snatch. Then hang me. 

Jam. Mum look to't, he's here. 

'Enter Beaufoy and Winlove. 

Beau. Mr. Winlove your Man tells me your Father is juft happily come to 
Town, Where is he ? 

\j . Iran, Here 

p 'SAURY the SCOT-, or, 

Tran. Here Sir, this is my Father • Time has been too Bold to weare ye 
out of each others Memory. 

Snatch. Is this my Lord Beaufoy, Sir? 
Tran. Yes Sir. 

Snatch. My Lord your humble Servant; I'm happy at laft to meet a 
Ferfon 1 have formerly fo much LovM 
Bsau. Noble Sir Lyonett I joy to fee you. 

Snatch. O the merry Days that you and I have Lord j Well fare 
the good old times I fay. 
Beau. I Sir Lyonell, when you and I were acquainted firft. 
Snatch. I marry, there were Golden Days, indeed, no Couxening, no 
Cheating, the World is alter'd. 
Beau. But we will remember thefe times, and be honeft ftill. 
Snatch. That's een the belt way, there's hopes we may have honeft Grand 
-Children too, if all be true as I hear^ my Son tells me, your Daughter has 
made a Captive of him. 

Beau. J wou'd fhe were better for his fake, ihe's a good Girle, and a 
handfome one, though / fay it ^ if Ihe were not, / wou'd give her fomewhat 
fhou'd make her fo. 
Tran. It takes Rarely. 

Snatch, fm even overjoy'd that you think my Son worthy your Allyance, 
/ll give fomething they fhall make a fhift to Live on •> in Plain and in breif, 
if you'll approve of it, T\\ fettle Fifteen hundred Pound a year upon him 
at Prefent} which fhall be her Joynture ♦, after my Death, ail /have with a 
good will, What fay you my Lord ? 

Beau. Sir LyoneJl, Your Freedome pleas's me ; I fee you are an honeft 
meaning Gentleman : The Young Folks (if I am not miftaken)like one a- 
nother. Well, I fay no more, it is a Match. 

Tran. You bind me to you Ever : Now 1 may boldly fay, 7 am truly 
happy : Where will you pleafe to have the bulinefs made up ? 

Beau. Not in my Houfe, Son ^ /wou'd have it Private •, Pitchers have 
Eares, and / have many Servants ; Befides> Old Woodail will be hindring 
of us ; He's hearkening ftill, and will be interrupting. 

Tran. Then at my Lodging \ there my Father Lyes, and there the Buli- 
nefs may be all Difpatch'd : Send for your Daughter by this Gentleman-, 
my Boy fhall fetch a Scrivener prefently. The worft on't is , 'tis too 
fmall a Warning. You are like to have but llender Entertainment 
Beau. No matter, no matter ^ / fiiall like it. 

Snat. I wou'd feign fee your Daughter, my Lord } / have heard great 
Commendations of her. 

Beau. That you fhall prefently ; Mounfter, pray go to Biancha, and tell 
her from me , She muft come hither with you immediately ^ you may 
tell her too, if you will , what has hapned, and that fhe mult prepare to 
be Mr. VF'mhves Bride. 
Wm. My Lord, me vil fetch her prefant. 

Tran. My Lord , Will your- Lord flap pleafe" to walk m with my Fa- 
ther, this is my Lodging, Bea. I 

The Taming of the Shrew. q r 

Bea. 1 Sir ^ Come Sir Lyonell, I'll follow you. 

Snat. Good my Lord, / will wait upon you. ( Exit Beaufoy, Snat. Tra. 

Win. Thus far 'tis well Carry 'd on J amy : But how (hall wc profecute it? 

Jam. Why there is but one way in the World, Sir. 

Win. And what's that ? 

'jam. Why thus, I have got a Parfon ready for tlie Purpofe •, when 
you have got Biancha abroad, whip her into Covent- Garden Church, and 
there Marry her 5 and your VVork's done. 

Wm. Troth thou fay'ft'truej But is the Parfon Orthodox and Canoni- 
cal ? I wou'd not have an Obadiah to make us enter into Covenant of Ma- 

Jam. Truft me Sir, he's as true as Steel • he fays all Matrimony with- 
out Book v he can Chriften, Wed, and Bury Blindfold. 

Win. Well , I'll take thy Counfel , if I can perfwade her to't, as I 
hope I (hall, for / know (he Loves me^ fair Luck betides me •, But who 
comes here. 

Enter Woodall. 

Jam. 'Tis the Olp Grub Woodall; What (hall we do with him ? 

W'm. We muft contrive fomeway to get him off. 

Wood. I don't like thofe ihuffling matters ; / doubt there's fome falfe 

Play towards me in hand : Here's my Monfieur he may lnforme me 


Win. Che Diet a vouz Mounfieur. Mounfieur , Your Servant. 

Wood. Mounfieur, Prithee tell me, if thou canft, how Affaires go, things 
are carry'd very clofely ^ How ftands my Mifirifs affe&ed ? 

Win. Moy foy Mounfieur ; Me tell you de bad News in the Varle, Ma- 
damofdle Biancha no ftand Affe&ed to you at all. My Lord has fent me 
to fetch her juft now to be Marry to Mounfieur Vat you call ? Mounfieur Le~ 

Wood. What not to Winhvt 

Vl r in. Yes to Mounfieur Winlove^ Begar me be very forry, but me 
canno help dat. 

Wood. Is Old Beaufoy mad to Match her to him without his Fa- 
ther's Privity. 

Win. Here be de ver Fine Old Man new come to Town, me Lord 
be wid him now. 

Wood. Upon my Life old Sir Zyonell, nay then (he's loft quite ^ Hark you 
Mounfier, yet 'tis in ycur Power to make me a happy Man. 

Win. O Mounfier me be your humble. Servant, 

Wood. Why look you, you are to fetch her ; here's forty Pound in Gold 
to buy you a pair of Gloves, let me take her from you, as you are carrying 
her thither . i will have two or three with me, and you may faftly fay (he 
was fore'd from you. 

Win. Mounfier begarr, me do you all de. Service in, the Varle^ but me 
fal be the grand, Sheat Knave then. 

Wooi. That:: 

32 SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

Wood. That's nothing, here's more Money, I'll fave you harmlefs; Come, 
you fhall do it. 

FYin. Mounfier me have no mind to be van Knave., but to do you Service, 
if you will meet me upon de Street. 

VV00&. Fear not /'il fecure you,honeft Mounfieur farewell • I will be your 
Friend for Ever. Exit. 

Win. Ha, ha, ha, this is rare; What an £fs this Fellow will make him- 
felf, do what we can ? Here Jamy, thou ftialt fhare with me. 

Jam. Thank you Sir; Wou'd we had fuch a Windfall every day: 
But come, Sir, you muft make hafte, this is the Critical Minute^ if you 
mifs it, you lofe Bianeha. 

* Wtn. Thy Counfel's goodj away ; I'll buy a Ring, and Pay the Pricft 
with fome of Woodall's Money, 'Ha, ha, hah. Q Exeunt. 

Enter Petruchio, Margaret, Geraldo and Sawny. 

Pet. Walk your Horfes down the Hill before , we fhall reach London 
•time enough, 'tis a fair Night; Hqw bright and goodly the Moon (h'mes. 

Marg. The Moon I the Sun , 'tis not the Moon-Ugbt now. 

Pet. I fay 'tis the Moon that Shines fo Bright. 

Marg. I fay 'tis the Sun that fliines fo Bright. 

Pet. Now by my Mothers Son, and that's my Self, it fhall be the Mom- 
light^ or what /pleafe, before you fet Sight of your Father's Houfe; Sir- 
rah, go fetch the Horfes back ; Evermore Croft, and Croft, and nothing 
but Croft ? 

Ger. Say, as he fayes, or we fhall never go. 

Marg. Forward, / Pray Sir, fincc we are come fo far; And be it 
Sun or Moon, or what ybu plea'fe ; Nay, if you call it a Rufti-Candle , 
henceforth it fhall be fo for me. 

Pet. I fay 'tis the Moon. 

Saun. S'breed, but /fay nay, Sir, Out, out, a Lies. 

Mar*. I know 'tis the Moon. 

Pet, Nay then you Lie, 'tis the Bleffed Sun. 

Marg. Why Heaven be Bleft for it, 'tis even what you have a mind to- 
•Pray let us forward. 

Ger a. Petruchio, go thy wayes, the Field is Won. 

Pet. Well, forward, forward ; Now the Bowl runs with a Right Byas, 
but foft, here's Company. 

Enter Sir Lyonell Winlove. 

Sir Z70. Boy, Bid the Coachimn drive gently down the Hill;"/ won- 
der / meet nor overtake no Paflengers to day ; ftay, / think here be fome. 

Pet. 1 will have one bout more with thee Peg ; Good-morrow Gentle 
Lady ; Which way Travel you > Come hither Peg ; Didft thou ever be- 
hold fo Exquifite a Beauty as this Fair Virgin beares about. Go to her 
feg, and Salute her. Marg. Are 

The Taming of the Shrew. 33 

> Marg. Kxz you Mad, ,tis an Old Man, 

Pet. Beat back agen then, ftill Crofs ? Will you do it t 

Saun, Why i'llV DeeFs Name, What mean ye f it's nea bonny Lafs Sir } 
5'brccd, it's an aw faw Thefe, 

(j'im He'll make this Old Man Mad, 

Marg. You Budding Virgin, fo fair ? fo fvveet, fo frefh, which way Tra- 
vel yon ? Hew happy fhou'd we be in the Enjoyment of fo fair a Fellow 

Saun. The Dee'l has built a Bird's Neft in your Head; Gud ve'r as 
mad as he:, and he as Mad as gin he were the Son of a March Hare, Sir, 

Sir Lyon. Why what do ye mean Gentlewoman? 

Pet. Why now now Peg, I hope thou art not Mad : A Virgin Quotha ! 
'tis an Old Wrinckled Wither'd Man. 

Marg. Reverend Sir, Pardon my miftaking eyes, that have been fo da7.1ed 
with the Moon (S#«/mean.) /cou'd not diftinguiih you-, / now perceive 
yon are a Grave Old Man, pray excufe me. 

Sir Lyo. Indeed you are a Merry Lady 5 your encounter has amafc'd 
me. But / like fuch Chearful Company ; / am for London to fee a Son 
of mine, that went lately from me thither. 

Pet. We fhall be glad of your Company l you muft pardon my Wifes 
Errour, fhe has not flept well to Night •, and / cou'd not perfwade her , 
but fhe wou'd come out Faftingywhich makes her Fancy a little extravagant. 

Saun. The Dee'l O' my Saul but you are a falfe Trundle Taile Tike^the 
Dee'l a bit hee'd lat her eat thefe three days Sir. 

Marg. Curfe upon your Excufe, and the Caufe of it 1 J cou'd have eaten 
my Shooe-Soules, if / might have had 'em Fry'd. 

Pet. Your Name 1 befeech you Sir, 

Sir Lio. I am Called, Sir Lyonell Winhve in the Country, 

Pet. Father to young Mr. Winlove ? 

Sir Lyo. The fame Sir. 

Pet. Then /am happy indeed to have met you:, / can tell you fomc 
News, perhaps may not be Unwelcome to you. Your Son is in a fair 
probability of Calling me Brother within thefe Two dayes. 

Sir Lyo. How fo, / pray Sir. 

Pet. Why he's upon Marrying my Wifes Sifier,my Lord Beaufoyes young- 
ell Daughter. A brave Match, / can allure you, and a Sweet Bedfellow, 

Saun. Gud fne's tea gued for any man but Saundy •, Gud Gin poor Saundy 
had her in Scotland, Wun's i'de fea Sw 7 ing her about. 

Sir Lyo. You Amaze me ! Is this true ? or have you a mind, like aplca- 
fant Traveller, to break a Jeft on the Company you overtake f 

Gcra. Upon my Word, Sir, 'tis very true • .'twas fodelign s d| but I 
don't think hell Marry her, he's Forfworn if he do, 

Sir Lyo. You make me Wo&der more and more. 

Pet. Mind him not, he*s a Party Concern'd, 'tis true. 

Sir Lyon. Pray Gentlemen let's make hafte, / muft look after this Buff* 
nefs, it Ibundes ftrangely, he wou'd not do*t without my Confent ^ he's my 

F only 

34 SAUNY the SCQT;or, 

only Son , my Heir, the Prop of my Family , / mull be careful. 

Tet. I fee you are Jealous Sir ; but you need not jj he cannot have 3 ^ 
better Match. 

SirZyo. /doubt it not, if all be fair*, / ftionld be glad of my Lord 
Beaufoycs Allyance, he was my School-fellow -, but Time, / doubt, has worn 
out our Old Acquaintance: Gentlemen, / muft haften to prevent the 

Saun. What mean ye Sir ? Yea will nea bawk the Bonna Lad, and tak 
fro his mattle Sir. 

Gera. Well, Fetruchlo, thou haft put me in a Heat, have at my Widdow 
bow, (Exeunt, 

Enter Winlove, Biancha, Jamy. 

Win. How good you are my Fairs one : Jamy i Art fure the Frieft is 
really for us > 

Jam. I warrant you Sir ; Pray make haft, fome Devil or other may come 
clfe and Crofs it. Don't ftay Thrumming of Caps - 7 Here,_ Body o' me 
fway, here's Woodall, fliift for your felves, all will be ipoyl'd elfe. 

(£#/>.. Win. and Bian. 

Enter Woodall with 3 or 4 Fellows. 

FVood. Be fure you feize on her, and Clap her into a Chair, and one ftop 
kfer mouth ^ fear not, I'll iave you harmlefs. . 

ift. Fellow. I warrant you Sir. 

Wood. What a Devil makes this Rogue Poaching here ? .' 

Jam. Turn, te Dum, te Dum -, Sing Old Coale of London. £ Sings. 

Wood. Now Jamy, What Walk you here for. 

Jam. Why to look about me ; Te Dum, te Dnm, &c, 

Wood. They fay your Matter is to be Marry'd to Madam Biancha to day. 

Jam. Why then we'll be merry at Night-, Te Dum, te Dum^&c. 

VFood. The Rogue won't be gone ; What, Haft no Bufinefs? Thou 
look'ft as if thow hadft not Drank to day, there's fomething for thee, 
go get thy Mornings Draught. 

Jam. I thank your Worfhip : Will you take part of a Pot of Ale and 
a- Toaft. 

Wood. No Sirrah, / Drank Coffee this morning. [_Exit Jamy. 

So, he's gone^ /wonder Mounfieur appears- not with Biancha. 

Enter Petruchio, Margaret, Sir Lyoneli, Geraldo, and 
Sauny, with Attendants: 
Wood. Ha, Who comes there ? 

GeraX. Now you are there 111 take my Leave ; Your Servant.. (Exit, 
Fetr. Sir Lyoneli, you are. Wellcome to Town-, There's your Sons 
Lodgings^ my Father Lives on, the other fide ^ thither weniuft, and there- 
fore, here I take my Leave.. 

Sir Lyo. Pray 

The Taming oftht Shrew, 3 g 

- . Sir lyo, Pfity ftay § little,; may be he's not within ♦, if fo^ rii wait upon 
ym to th@ Lord Bimfiy. 

Saun, O 1 my- Saul, nea ean esuM have Beg'd (Knocks.) Dunner better 
thentliis awd Thrift has dene, 

Wotid, They- are aHbuf^ within Sir, you muft JTjtol Louder if yoti m^n 
to be Ward, £ Smtetymny Abm^ 

Smt. Who it that Jrwl/, a§ if he weu'd ieat d§wa th@ Gtt&, 

Sir Lyon, Is Mr ,. Winkve w ithin ? 

Snatch, He is within, but not tp be fpoken with, 

Sir Lyon, What if a Man bring him a Hundred Pounds or Two, to rtjal>§ 
Merry withall, 

S«s£ Keep your Hundred Pounds for your felf, he (hall need none as long 
as I Live, 

Pet. Nay, I told yon, Sir, Your Son was well Belov'd in London, D'y<? 
hear Sir, leaving your Frivelous Circumftances, pray tell him, His Father's 
juft now come out of the Countrey to fee him, and is here at the Door to 
fpeak with him, 

Snat. That is a Lye Sir • his Father came to Town yefterday, and is now 
here Looking out at Window, 

Sir Lyo. The Devil he is ^ Are you his Father ? 

Snat. I Sir ; fo his Mother fays, if I may believe her. 

Saun. Can they Hang him for naving twa Fathers Sir? Gud and 'twas 
fea, poor Sawndy wou'd be Hang'd fure enough. 

Pet. Why, Haft thou Two Fathers ? 

Saun. Gud have I, and Twa, and Twa to that Sir. 

Pet. Why how now 7 Gentlemen, this is flat Knavery, to take another 
Man's Name upon you. 

Snat. Lay hands upon this Villain 3 I believe he. means to Cheat fome bo- 
dy here ? under my Gounter-jSfame, 

Enter Jamy, 

jam, I have feen the Church on their Back, fend them Good Speeding : 
Ha, how now, my Old Matter Sir Lyoneil ? S'|bot, we are all loft, undone ; 
I mull Brazen it out. 

Sir Lyon. Come hither Crack Hemp, 

Jam. You, may fave me that Labour, and come to me, if you have n- 
ny thing to fay to mt. 

Sir Lyon. Gome hither you Rogue, What have you forgot me/" 

Jam. Forgot you Sir I \ cou'd not forget you ^ for I never few you in 
all my Life before, 

Sir Lyon. You notorious Villain, Didft thou never fee thy M#er"s Fa- 
ther, Sir Lyoneil Winfave f 

Jam. What my Worfnipfull Old Matter ? Ys§ marry Sir \ 
his Worfoip Looks oat of the Window, 

Sir Lyon, Does he jb Sir ? Til make you find 14m below Jtaj 

F % 

36 SAJNY the SCOT) or, 

Jam. Help, help, here's a Mad-man will Murder me. 

Satin. Dea Caw your fel Jamyl And wnll ye be Beten by an aw faw 
"Fheefe? An yea Caw your fel J amy eance meare, i'se bang' ye tea 
Clootes, breed a Gud will I Sir. 

Snat. Help Son 5 help Brother Beaufoy y J amy will be kill'd. 

Pet. Prethee Peg ftand by to fee this Controverfy. 

Enter Snatchpenny with Servants, Beaufoy and Tranio. 

Tran. 'Sheart 'tis Sir Lyonell •, but we mult bear it a little time : Sir , 
What are you that offer to Beat my Servant ? 

Sir Lyon. What am /, Sir ^ Nay, W 7 hat are yon, Sir .? O Heaven what 
do /fee! O fine Villains, I'me undone, while /play the Good Husband at 
home in the Countrey, my Son, and my Servants fpend my Eftate Lavifhly 
at London. 

Saun. Yonr Son fal allow you Siller to keep an Awd Wutch to rub your 
Shins; And what to anger wou'd ye ha meer Sir. 

Tran. How now, What's the Matter ? 

Beau. Is the Man Frantick ? 

Tran. Sir, You feem a fober Antient Gentleman by your Habit ; but your 
Words fhew you a Madman : Why Sir, What Concerns it you what Rich 
Cloaths / wear ? / thank my good Father, / am able to maintain it. 

Sir Lyon. Thy Father !. O Villain ( he's a Hemp-drefler in Partha. 

Saun. Mara the Deel ftufF his Wem fow a Hemp , and his Dam Spin it 
out at his Arfe. 

Beau. You miftake, you miftake ; What d'ye think his Name is ? 

Sir Lyon. His Name -, as if I knew not his Name • / have Bred him up 
e're fince he was Three^ Years old, and his Name is Tranio, 

Snatch. Away, away, mad Afs,his Name is Winlove *, my only Son, and 
Heir to all my Eftate in the Vale of Evefham. 

Sir Lyon. Heavens ! he has murthend his Mailer -, lay hold on him , I 
charge you in the King's Name, O my Son, tell me thou Villain, Where 
is my Son Winlove ? 

Tran. Run for an Officer to carry this mad Knave to the Jayle? Lay hold 
on him I charge yc, and fee him forth. coming. 

Saun, Awa, awa with the Hampdrefler Sir. 

Sir Lyon. Carry me to the Jayle ye Villaines ! 

Pet Hold Gentlemen •, Your Bleffing Father; 

Beau. Son Petruchio V Vellcome. You have ic, and you Peg, how d'ye '? 
Know ye any thing of this matter ? 

Pet. My Lord, take heed what you do ; lb much 1 know, I dare Swear 
this is Sir Lyonell Winlove, and that a Counterfeit. 

Saun. VVuns, I think fea tea, gud an ye pleafe. I'se; take the Covenant 

Wood. So durft I Swear too almoil. 
Snat. Swear if thou durft.. 

Wood. Sir 

The Taming of the Shrew, 37 

Wood. Sir I dare not Swear Point Blank. 

Iran, You had belt Swear, I am not Winlove neither. 

Wood. Yes, I know you to be Mr. Winlove. 

Beau. Away with the Doater'd , to the Jay le with -him. 

Sir Lyon. Are you all fetled to do mifchief tome? Why my Lord 
Beaufoy methinks you might know me. 

Tran. Away with him to my Lodgings for the prefent, 'till we can get 
a Con (table to charge him upon, we fliall have a hubbub in the Streets, drag 
him / fay. 

Sir. Lyon. Rogues^ Villains, Murderers ! I fliall have Juftice. 

£ Exit with Sir Lyonell. 

Wood. Thefe are ftrange Paflages, I know not what to think,, of 'em \ bu£ 
I am glad Biancha came not when they were here, fure my Mounfier wifj 
not fail me. 

Enter Winlove and Biancha* 

Win. Now my Biancha I am truly Happy, our Loves fliall like the Spring 
be ever growing. 

Bian. But how fliall we Efcape my Fathers Anger, V 

Win. Fear not, I'll warrant thee. 

Wood. O here's Biancha^ how now Mounfier brave, What fancy's this? < 

Win. O Mounfieur te Vous la Menes, How d'ye do good Mr. IVoodallJnow. 
d'ye like my new Bride? 

Wood. How, how, how, Sir, your Bride ? Seize on her quickly. 

Win. Hands off, file's my Wife, touch her who dares ; Will you have your 
Teeth pickt ? What d'ye think of giving 20 Peeces to teach your Miftrifs 
: French. 

Wood. O Rogue 5 I'll have thee hang'd. 

Win. Or 40 Peeces to buy a Pair of Gloves, to let you Steal Madam 
Biancha : this Ring was bought with fome of it, ha, ha, ha. 

Wood. Down with him, down with him, a damn'd Rafcal. 

Win. I 5 do, Which of you has a mind to breath a Vein ?■-■ 

2 Fell. Nay if (he be his Wife we dare not touch her. 

Wood. I'll fetch fome body that fliall, O Devil Exit. 

Win. Ay do,l am your poor Mounfieur,ha,ha,ha ^ Fear not Biancha, he'll 
fetch 'em all I know, 1 warrant thee we fliall appeafe thy Father Eafily,. 

Bian. Truftme Sir, I fear the Storm. 

Enter Beaufoy, Tranio, Petruchio, Margaret, Sauny, Snatchpenny, 
Jarny, Sir Lyonell, Woodall, and Attendants. 

Wood. That Rogue, that Damn'd Counterfit Frenchman has ftolne your 
Daughter and Marryed her, here they are. 

Win. Blefs me, What do I fee yonder my Father, in earneft ? Dear Sir 
your Blefling, and your Pardon. 

Sir Lyon. "My Dear Son, Art thou alive ? then take it. 

Bian. 1 muft beg your Pardon too Sir. 

Wind. And 


SAUNY the SCOT, or, 

Win. And i molt Honoured Father* 

Beau. Why what's the Matter? What haft thou done* FroodaU tells me 
thou haft Married the Frenchman. 

Win. Me fhe has Married, but no- Frenchman. The right Winlove^ Sen 
to the right VPinlwe is her Husband, and your Son in»Law, 

Sam. S'breed Sir, ye aft twa parts, ye were but a Ham^injfn in the 
laft Act, Sir, 

Snatch. ? Tis time for us to be going, 1 feel one Ear going of already, I#ft, 

Bmh. You ama^e me ? Are not you the Fwwhmm 7 Mr, WmdM prefefd 
to teach my Daughter? 

Bian. No my Lord, he put on that Difguife to Court me, he is the true 

Sir Lyon, Marry is he my Son, Sir. 

Win. Thofe were but Counterfks of my making. 

Wood. Here's Patching with a Mitfrifs, I'm fure i am Gull'd. 

Beau. But d'ye hear Sir ? Have you Married my Daughter without my 

Sir Lyon. Come my Lord, now you muft know me •, I will beg both their 
Pardons, and Secure her a Jointure worthy her Birth and Fortune, 

Win. Ycu are a Father now Indeed. 

Beau. Sir lyonell excufe my rafhnefs I accept your noble Proffer, you are 

Saun. S'breed Sir, we fal nere go to Dnnner Sir,the Deel forgat and for- 
give you aw, Sir. 

Sir lyon. But where is that Rogue that would. have fent me to Jaytef 
Til flit his Nofe for him. 

Win. I muft beg his Pardon, for he did all for my Sake. 

Sir Lyon. Well Sir, for your Sake I Pardon him. 

Beau. Come Gentlemen all to my houfe, we (ball there end all our 
Doubts, and drownd our fears. 

Wood. Sir, 1 (hall expect my Money back again, 'tis enough ro loofe my 

Win. No Faith 'tis ia better hands already, you'll but fool It away* 
you'll be hireing Frenchmen ageiv 

Wood. Well. mock on, I'll in and eat out part of it. 

Beau. Come Gentlemen, 

Marg. Husband will you not go with my Father ? 

Vet. Firit kifs me Peg_, and I will. 

Marg. What in the midle of the Street, 

Bet. What art thou Afham'd of me? 

Marg. Not fo Sir, but afhaitfd to kifs fo openly. 

Pet. Why then let's home again, Sauny lead the way. 

Saun. Gud the Deel a bit will Saundy Budge before Dunner, Sir, 

Marg. Nay 1 will give thee a kifs, nay pray now ft 

F§p. So is not this well ? come my fweet Peg. 


The Taming of the Shrew, 39 

Bum, Sifter i hope wc fhall be friends now. 
Mag. I was never Foes with you. 

JsWcome faireft, all the Storms are overblown. Love hath both Wic 
and Fortune of her own. Exeunt, 

ACT \ r . 

Enter Margaret and Biancha. 

Bian. 1P\ lit is't PoiTible Sifter, he fhu'd have us'd you thus ? 

ur~4L Afarg. Had I ferv'd him as bad as Eve did AAam^sz coud 
I 3 not have us'd me worfe - 7 but I am refolv'd now I'm got 
home again HI be reveng'd , I'll mufter up the Spight of all the Curs'd 
Women fince Noahs Flood to do him Mifcheif, and add new Vigour to my 
Tongue • I have not par'd my Nails this fortnight, they are long enough to 
do him fome Execution, that's my Comfort. 

Bian. Blefs me Sifter, how you talk. 

Marg. Thou art a Fool Biancha, come Learn of me • thou art Married to 
a Man too, thou daft not know but thou may ft need my Councel, and make 
good ufe on't ; Thy Husband bares thee fair yet, but take heed of going 
home with him, for when once he has thee within his verge, 'tis odds he'll 
have his freaks too ^ there's no trufting thefe Men : Thy temper is foft and 
eafy, thou muft Learn to break him, or he'll break thy Heart. 

Bian. I muft Confefs Iftiou'd be Loath to be fo us'd, but fure Mr. VPin- 
love is of a better Difpofition. 
'Marg. Trnft him and hang him, they'r all alike-, Come thou (halt be 
my Schollar, learn to Frown, and cry out for unkindnefs, but brave Anger, 
thou haft a Tongue, make ufe on't ^ Scould, Fight, Scratch, Bite, any things 
ftill take Exceptions at all he does, if there be Caufe or not, if there be 
reafon for't he'll Laugh at thee. I'll make Petruchio glad to wipe my Shoes, 
or walk my Horfe, ere I have done with him. 

Enter Petruchio, Winlove, Saunyv 

Bian. Peace Sifter, our Husbands are both here. 
Marg. Thou Child I am glad on't, I'll fpeak louder,- 
Pet. Well Brother Winlove now we are truly happy, never were Men fo 
bleft with two fuch Wives. 

V-Vin. \ 

4-0 SaQN Y the SCOT; or, 

Win. 1 am glad to hear you fay fo Sir, my own I'm fure Ira bleft in. 

Pet. Yours, why Stanches a Lyon, and Margaret a. meet* Lamb to her : 
I tell thee Winlove, there's no Man living tho I fay't, £ but 'tis no matter 
fince fhe does not hear me) that has a Wifefo gentle, and fo adiveand 
affable, poor thing I durft be fworia fhe wou'd walk barefoot a hundred 
Miles to do me good. 

Marg. No but fne wou'd not, nor one Mile neither. 

Saun. Now have at your Luggs, Sir. 

Pet. O P<g, art thou there ? How doft thou do my Dear ? 

Marg, You may go look 3 What's that to you ? 

Saun. Stand o' yer guard Sir, Gud Saundy will put on his head Peicc. 

Pet. I am glad to hear thee fay thou'rt well introth. 

Marg. Never the better for you, which you fhall find. 

Pet. Nay I know thou lov'ft me, Prithee take up my Glove Peg. 

Marg. I take up your Glove; Marry come up, command your Servants, 
look you there it lyes. 

Pet. I am glad to fee thee merry, poor wanton Rogue. 

Marg. ; Tis very well, you think you are in the Country but you are 
miftaken , the cafe is alter'd, 1 am at home now, and my own difpofer; 
Go fwagger at your greazy Lubber there, your Patient Wife will make you 
no more Sport, fhe. has a Father will allow her Meat and . Lodging, and 
another gaits Chamber-Maid then a Highlander. 

Saun. Gud an ye were a top of Grantham Steple that aw the Toon may 
hear what a Scauden Queen ye are, out, out. 

Pet. Why what's the matter Peg ? I never faw thee in fo jolly a Humour, 
lure thou haft been Drinking. 

Saun. Gud has fhe, hand ye tang, ye faw drankea Swine, out, out, out, 
was ye tak a Drink and nere tak Saundy to yee, out, out, out. 
-Marg. 'Tis like I have, I am the fitter to talk' to you, for no fober 
Woman is a Companion for you. 

Pet. Troth thon iayft right, we are excellently Matcht. 

Marg. Well mark the end on't, Peiruchio prithee come hither, I have 
fomething to fay to you. 

Saun. De ye nea budge a foot Sir, Dcel a my faul bo fne 11 Scratch your 
eyn out, 

Pet. Well, your Pleafcire Madam. 

Marg. Firft thou art a Pittiful fellow, a thing beneath me, which I fcorn 
and Laugh at, ha, ha, ha. 

Win. She holds her own yet I fee. 

Aiarg. I know not what to call thee, thou art no Man, thou coudft not 
have a Woman to thy Mother, thou paltry, Scurvy, ill conditioned fellow, 
doft thou not tremble to think how thou haft us'd me^ What are you 
iilent Sir ? Biancha fee, Looks he not like a Disbanded Officer, with that 
hanging dog look there? I muft eat nothing becaufe your Cook has Roafted 
the Mutton dry, as you us'd to have it when your Worfhip was a Batchelloty 
i muft not go to Bed neither, becaufe the Sheets are Damp* 

Pet. Hark 

The Taming of the Shrew. 4 1 

Pet. Mark you Peg ; What a ftrange Woman are you to Dif^ourfe open.-* 
ly-the Fault of your Servants in your own Family. 

Marg. No, no, Sir, this wont ferve your turn •, your Old Stock of Im- 
pudence won't carry you offfo: Til fpeak your Fame , and tell what a 
fine Gentleman you are ^ how Valliantly yon, and halfe a Oouzen of your 
Men, got the better of a Single Woman, and made her iofe her Supper, 

Saun. Gud fhe Lyes Sir ^ 1 wou'd a gin her an awd Boot tull a made 
Tripes on, and it wod a >bin bra Meat with Muftard, and fhe wou'd nea 
have it. 

Marg. My Faults ? No, good Squire of the Country , you thought to 
have Tam'd me, I warrant, in good time - why you fee I am even with you; 
Your Quiet Patient Wife, that will go no more in the Country with yon, 
but will ftay in Town, to Laugh at your Wife Worftup, and wife you 
more Wit. 

Pet. I fhoud Laugh at that - why we are juft now a going > Satiny go 
get the Horfes ready quickly. 

Saun. Gud will \ Sir ^ l'se Saddle a Highland-Wutch to Carry your 
Bride 7 Gud fhe'll mount your Arfe for you Madam. 

Marg. Sirrah, touch a Horfe,and HI Curry your Coxcomb for you : No 
Sir, I won't fay , Pray let me not go 7 but boldly, I won't go ♦, you force 
me if you can or dare : You fee I am not Tongue-ty'd, as Client as you 
thought you made me. 

Pet. Prithee Peg, Peace a little, I know thou canft Speak, leave now 3 or 
tboul't have nothing to fay to morrow. 

Marg. Yes, I'll fay this over again, and fomething more if I can think 
on't, to a poor defpifed man of Clouts: Sifter 5 how he fmoakes now hes off 
his own Dunghill. 

Pet. Prithee Peg leave making a Noife^ pfaith thou It make my Head 

Marg. Noife? Why this is Silence to what I intend j I'll talk Louder 
than this, every Night in my Sleep. 

Saun. The Dee'l fhall be your Bed- fellow for Sawndy then. 

Marg. I will learn to Rail at thee in all Languages , Thunder {ball 
be foft-mufick to my Tongue. 

Saun. The Deel a bit Scot's ye gat to brangle in , marry the Dee T l 
gi ye a Clap wi a French Thunder-bolt. 

Pet. Very pretty , Prithee go on. 

Marg. Ill have a Colle&ion of all the 111 Names that ever was Invent- 
ed, and call you over by 'em twice a-day. 

Pet. And have the Catalogue publiflfd for the Education of young 
Scolds: Proceed P?£\ 

Marg. HI have you Chain'd to a Stalce at Billmgfgate, and Baited by the 
Fifn- wives, while I ftand to Hifs 'em on. 

Pet. Ha, ha, ha 7 Witty Peg, forward-' 

G Marg. You 

42 SAUNY the SCO% or, 

Marg. You {han't dare to Blow your Nofe, but when I bid you ; yori, 
{hall know me to be the Mafter. 

Saun. Wuns gat her to the Stool of Repantance, Sir. 

Pet. Nay, I believe, thou wilt go in Breeches fliortly j On, on? What 
have you no more ont ? Ha, ha, ha. 

Marg. D'ye Laugh and beHang'd? I'll fpoil your Sport (Flysathim. 

Pet. Nay, Peg, Hands off^ I thought you wou'd not have Difgrac'd your 
Good Parts, to come to Blows fo foon j Prithee Chide on, thou can'it not 
Relieve what Delight I take to hear thee-, It does become thee fo well : 
What Pumpt dry already ? Prithee talk more and longer, and falter, tfcd 
{harper, this is nothing. 

Marg. I'll fee you in the Indies before Til do any thing to pleafe you $ 
D'ye like it ? 

Pet. Extreamly ! On Peg, you'll cooll too fait. 

Marg. Why then Mark me, if it were to fave thee from Drowning, 0£ 
Breaking thy Neck , I won't fpeak one word more to thee thefe Two 
Months. (Sits Sullenly 

Saun. Ah Gud an ye do nea Ly, Madam. 

Pet. Nay, Good Peg, be not fo hard-harted. What Melancholly all 
o'th' fudden ? Come, get up, we'll fend for the Fidlers, and have a Dance • 
Tho'lt break thy Elbow with Leaning on that hard Table: Sawny, go 
get your MHtrifs aCulhion^ Alas/ I doubt Ihe's not well : Look tohes 

Bian. Are you not well, Siller? What ail you? Pray fpeak Sifter.- 
Indeed, Brother, you have fo Vext her, fhe'll be Sick. 

Pet Alas, alas! I know what's the matter with her^fhe has the Tooth- 
Ach. See how Ihe holds her Cheek • the Wind has gotten into her Teeth, 
by keeping her Mouth open this Cold Weather. 

Bian. Indeed it may be fo Brother, {he ufes to be troubled with that 
Pain fometimes. 

Pet. Without all Queftion; Poor Peg, I pitty thee ; Which Tooth is it? 
Wilt thou have it Drawn, Peg ? The Tooth- Ach makes Fooles of all the 
Fhyfitians '-> there is no Cure, but Drawing : What iay'ft thou ? Wilt thou 
lave it pulled out ? Well, thou (halt. Sauny, Run, Sirrah, hard by, you 
know where my Barber Lives that Drew me a Tooth lafb Week, fetch him 
quickly \ What d'ye ftand {taring at ? Run and fetch him immediately,, or 
I'll cut your Le^.s off. 

Saun. Cud l'se fetch ean to pull her head off an ye wull. £Exit. 

Win. This will make her find her Tongue agen r or elfe for certain flic 
has loft it. 

Pet. Her Tongue, Brother? Alas! You fee her Face is fo Swell'dj flie 
cannot fpeak. 

Plan. You Jeft Brother - 7y her Face is. not fweU'd.. Pray let me fee, Si- 
fter,, I can't perceive; it.. ; 

Pet Not 

The Taming of the Shrew. $.| 

?et. Not Swcll'd ? Why you are blind then ^ Prithee let her alone, you 
trouble her. 

Enter Saany and Barber. 

Here, Honeft Barber, have you brought your Inftruments . ? 

Barber. Yes Sir ; What muft I do ? 

Pet. You muft Draw that Gentlewoman a Tooth there ^ Prithee do it 
neatly, and as gently as thou can'ft > And, de hear me, take care you don'c 
tear her Gums. 

Barber. I warrant you Sir. 

Saun. Hear ye Sir, Cou'd not ye Miftake? and pull her Tang out in- 
ftead of her Teeth. 

Bian. Pll be gone , I can't endure to fee her put to fo much Pain* 

C Extt % 

Barb. Pray, Madam, open your Mouth, that I may fee which Tooth 
it is. £She Strikes him. 

Why Sir, Did you fend for me to Abufe me. 

Saun. Gud be nea Angry , Ye ha ne aw yer Pay yet Sir. Gud ye not 
Miftake, and Draw her Tang in ftead of her Teeth Sir. 

Bet. No, no : But it feems now fhe wo c not have it Drawn : Go, 
there's fomething for your Paines however. £ Exit Barber, 

Sau. Ye (id ha taken my Connfel Sir. 

Win. This will not do, Sir. You cannot raife the Spirit you have laid 5 
with all your Arts. 

Bet. Til try ^ Have at her once more. VVinlove, you muft affift me ; 
I'll make her Stir, if I can't make her Speak. Look, look ! alas ! l4ow 
Pale fhe is ! She's gone o J th\fudden« Body 0' me, (he's ftiff too • un- 
done, undone, What an unfortunate Man am I ? lhe's gone ! {he's gone ! 
never had man fo great a Lofs as I; O Winlove, pity me, my poor Peg-is 
Dead, dear Winlove call in my Father and the Company that they may 
fhare in this fad Spectacle, and help my Sorrows with their joyniug 
Griefs. Exit. Winlove. 

Speak, or by this hand Til bury thee alive ^ Sauny thou feeft in how fad a 
condition thy poor Mafter is in, thy good Miftrifs is Dead, haft to the 
next Church and get the Bier and the Bearers hither, I'll have her buried 
out of hand; Pom Sauny. 

Saun. An you'll mack her Dead, we'll bury her deep enough, well put 
her doon intill a Scotch Coalepit, and Ihe (hall rife at the DeeFsarfeo' 
Peake. Exit. 

Pet. I will fee that laft Pious aft Perform'd, and then betake my felf to 
a willing Exile ^ my own Country's Hell, now my dear Peg has left it. 
Not yet,upon my Life I think thou haft a mind to be bur ied quick * I hope 
thou haft. 

Q 2 Enter 

44 SAUNYife SCOT-, or, 

Enter Winlove, Beaufoy* Sir Lyonell, Woodall 3 Biancha, Tranio y . 

jamy, dr. 

Mean. Blefs me Son Petruchh^ Is my dear Daughter Dead ? 

Pet. Alas, alas, 'tis but too true, wou'd I had ta c ne her roome. 

Beau. Why methinks fhe looks brisk, frefh 'and lively. 

Pet. So much Beauty as fhe had muft needs leave fomewandring remains: 
80 hover ftill about her face. 

Beau. What could her Difeafe be? 

Pet. Indeed I grieve to tell it, but truth muft out, fhe Dyed for fpight, 
flie was ftrangely Infe&ed. 

Bian. Fye Siller, for Ihame fpeak, Will you let him abufe you thus ? 

Pet. Gentlemen you are my loving Friends and knew the Virtues of my. 
raatchlefs Wife, I hope you will accompany her Body to its long home* 

JEL We'll all wait on you. 

Beau. Thou wilt break her heart indeed. 

Pet. I warrant you Sir,. 5 tis tougher,. 

Enter Sauny and Bearers with a Beir. 

Saun. I bring you here vera gued Men, an fhe be nea Dead Sir, for a. 
Croon more they'll bury her quick. 

Pet. O honeft friends, your Wellcome, you muft take up that Corps,, 
how ! hard-hearted, Why de ye not weep? the loFs of fo- much Beauty and. 
gpodnefs, take her up, and lay her upon the Beir. 

i Bear. Why what d'ye mean Sir? She is not Dead. 

Pet. Rogues, tell me fuch a Lye ta my face? Take her up or I'll fwinge 

Saun. Tak her up r tak her up, we'll mak her Dead Billy, ye'ft a twa, 
ۥ oons mear, tak her up Man. 

r Bear. Dead or alive all's one to us, let us but have- our fees. 

Pet. There, nay (he is ftiff, however on with her, Will you not fpeak 
yet?' So here take thefe Strings and bind her on the Beir 5 fhe had an aftive 
ftirring body when fhe Liv'd, fhe may chance fell off the Hearfe now fhe,s 
Dead / So, 'now take her up and away 5 come Gentlemen you'll follow, I 
mean to carry her through the Strand asTar as St. Jamesh, People (hall fee 
what refpect 1 bore her- — . — She fhall have fo much Ceremony to attend 
Her now (he's DeaJ,, There my Coach fhall meet her and carry her into 
the Country, I'll have her laid in the Vault belonging to my Family, fhe 
fhall have a Monument; fome of you inquire me oara good Poet to write 
her Epitaph- fuitahle to, her. Birth,. QnalHty and Conditions 3 Piety the 


The Taming of the Shrew. 


-remembrance of fo many Virtues (hou'd be loft ^ March on, I wou'cl fay 
more, but grief Checks my Tongue. 

Marg. Father, Siller, Husband, Are you all Mad? Will you cxpofe iik . 
to open Ihame f Rogues fet me down you had beft. 

Pet. A Miracle ( a Miracle ! Ore Lives'. Heaven -make me thankful for't, 
fet her down, Liv'ft thou my Poor Teg?. 

Marg, Yes that I do, and will to be your Tormentor. 

Saun. Out, out 5 gea her nea Credit, gud (he's as Dead as mine Grannam, 
tak her, away with her, Sir. 

Pet. Blefs me my hopes are all vanifht agen, 'tis a Demon fpeaks within ; 
her Body ^ Take her up again, we'll bury 'em together. 

Marg. Hold, hold, my dear Petruchio, you have overcome me, and I beg 
your Pardon, henceforth I will not dare to think a thought fhali Crofs 
your Pleafure, fet me at Liberty, and on my knees I'll make my Recantation. 

All. Vi&oria, vi&oria, the field is won. 

Pet. Art thou in earneft Peg ? May 1 believe thee ? 

Saun. You ken very well (he was awway's a lying Quean when (he was 
Living, and wull ye believe her now (he's Dead ? 

Marg. By all that's good not truth it felf truer. 

Pet. Then thus I free thee, and make thee Miftrifs both of my felf and; 
all 1 have. 

&z«#.S'breed bo ye c l nea gi S^^.£pJLher Sir ? 

Wood. Take heed of giving away your Power, Sir. 

Pet. I'll venture it, nor do I fear I fhall repent my bargain. 

Margi Pip fare /will not give you Caufe, y c ve taught me now what 'tis 
to be a Wife, and /'ll (till (hew my felf your humble Handmaid. 

Yet. My beft Pegjnz will change kindnefs and be each others Servant ; 
Gentlemen why do you not Rejoyce with me? 

Beau. J am fo full of joy / cannot Speak, may you be happy, this is your 
Wedding day. 

Saun. Shall Saundy get her a Bride-Cake, and Brake o'r her Head Sir ? : 
and wee's gait us a good Wadding Dunner. 

Inter Geraldo, . 

Geral: Save ye all Gentlemen • Have ye any Room for more Giiefs ?' I 
am come to make up the Chorus. 

Pet. My Noble Friend, Wellcome ; Where have you been fo long ? 

Geral. /have been about a little. trivial Bufinefs ^ 1 am juft now come 
from a Wedding. 

Pet. What VVedding I pray Sir ? 

Geral. Troth e'en my own j /have venfur'd upon't at laft '; . Madam y I 
hope youl pardon me. . 

fan, Yes.: 

46 SAUNY the SCOT] or, 

Bitot. Yes Sir 5 and fo will this Gentleman. 

$aun. Are not you a Gentleman-Hampdrefler ? 

Pe t. s Tis e'en fo, this proves to be Winlove in earneft. . 

Ger. Good Gentlemen undo this Riddle- I'm all in the Dark. 

Pet. You fhall know anon, in the mean time Believe it Gentlemen. J 
We want another Woman, or we might have a Dance. 

Geral. My Widdow is within, fhe'll fupply you. 

Beau. Good Peg go and wait on her, and you Biancha too. 

( Exit Peg, Biancha. 

Pet. I tell thee Gcraldo, never had Man fo Obedient and Loving a Wife 
as I have now , / defy the World to equal her. 

Win. Nay , Brother, you muft except her Sifter, 

Geral. You muft except mine too, or I fhall have a hard Bargain of it -, 
rny Widdow is all Obedience. 

Pet. I'll tell you what I'll do with you, I'll hold you Ten Pieces to be 
fpent in a Collation on, them, That mine has more Obedience than both 
them ; to try which, each fend for his Wife, and if mine come not firjft 
I'll lofe my Bett. 

Saun. Gud yeel lofe your Siller fure enough Sir. 

Both. A Match. 

Wood. I'll be your halves Geraldo, and yours Mr. Winlove too. 

Win. Jamy, Go tell your Miftrefs^ 1 defire her to come hither tome 
:prefently. (Exit Jamy. 

Pet. A Piece more (he does not come. 

Beau. You'll lofe Son, youl lofe •, I know fhe'll come. 

Pet, I know fhe won't •, I find by Inftinft I fhall Win my VVa* 

Enter Jamy. 

Jam. Sir, (he fays fhe s bufte, and fhe can't leave Mr. Ger aides Lady. 
Pet. Look ye there now, come your Money. 

Ger. Prithee go again and tell my Wife I muft needs fpeak with her im- 
mediately. Exit Jamy. 
Pet. I fhall win yours too as fure as in my Pocket. 
Ger. I warrant you no fuch matter. What will you give to be off your 

Pet, I won't take forty Shillings, 

Enter Jamy, 

How now ? 

Jam. Sir, fhe fays you hav# no Bufinefs with Jier, if you Jiave you may 
come to her. 

Pet. Gome 

The Taming of the Shrew, 47 

Pet. Come produce, I knew ''twould be foj Sauny go and tell Peg from 
me, ! command her to come to me inftantly. 

Saun. I'se gar her gea wuth me Sir, or I'se put my Durkc to the hilt in 
her Weam. 

Wood. Yet you wont win, I'll hang for't if flie'll come. 

Pet. Yes but {he will, as lure- as you gave forty peices to Court Biancha, 
I'll venture them to twenty more upont with you. 

Wood. Nay I have loft enough already. 

Enter Peg and Sauny. 

Pet. Look ye here Gentlemen. 

Saun. O my Saul,(he's ean a daft gued Lafs, fhe's at your Beck,.fteake her 
and kifs her Man. 

Marg. I come to receive your Commands, Sir. 

Pet. All I have to fay to thee Peg, is to bid thee demand ten pound of 
thefe two Gentlemen, thou haft Won it. 

Marg. /, Sir, for what ? 

Pet. Only for being fo good natur'd to come when /fend for you. 

Marg. It was my duty Sir. 

?et, Come pay, pay, give it her, /'ll not bate ye two pence. 

Ger. There's mine. 

Win. And mine Siller, much good may it do ye. 

Beau. Well Peg /'ll find thee one Thoufand Pound the more for this. 

Saun. Bo what wull ye gi Saundy that halptto mak her gued and tame ? 
VVuns fhe was as Wild as a Galloway Goalt. 

Enter Biancha and Widdow, 

Vl r in. Look here they come at laft. 

Bian. What did you fend for me for? 

Win. Why to win me five Pound if you had been as obedient as you 
fhould a been. 

Bian. You have not known me long enough to venture fo much upon my 
Duty, /have been my Sifters Schollar a little. 

Saun. Bo put her to Saundy to teach, Gud Z'se mak her fea gentle ye may 
ftreake her and handle her all o're Sir, . 

Ger. You might have got me five Pound if you had done as you Ihould do, 

Wid. Were it to do again you fhould be fure toioofe. 

Marg. Fy Ladys, for fhame, How dare you infringe that Duty which you 
juftly owe your Husbands,they are our Lords and we muft pay 'em Service. 

Pern. Well 

48" SAUNY the SCOT; or, 

'Beau. Well faid P^, you muft be their Tutor, come Son if you$ have 
a Dance difpatch it quickly, the MufickS ready, and the Meat will be.fpoilU 
?et. Come then, play, play. 


Now let us in, and Eate, the Work is done, 
Which neither Time nor Age can wear from Memory,; 
/Ve Tam^d the Shrew, but will not be afham'd, 
If next you fee the very Tamer Tanfd. 

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